The festival porta-loo; not usually a place of peace. Maybe. Even when rushed and dirty it presents a moment of solitude. Maybe. On this occasion it is surprisingly clean and it feels like a moment of escape from the noise and bustle of the festival outside. One goes in despairing - one comes out relieved and unburdened (psychologically and physically :) I look up at the ceiling and it seems like an ethereal surface - a dome glowing with sunlight that offers hope and sanctuary. I take time to look around. This fabricated plastic mould has been designed - that always amazes me - someone took the time to design this. The walls and the ceiling are patterned and remind me of glossy car ads - but here they are, surely there is no functional purpose? They are purely aesthetic - so someone, somewhere has tried to make the functional maligned necessity of the porta-loo... beautiful :)
Thursday 8 July 2010
sanctuary
The festival porta-loo; not usually a place of peace. Maybe. Even when rushed and dirty it presents a moment of solitude. Maybe. On this occasion it is surprisingly clean and it feels like a moment of escape from the noise and bustle of the festival outside. One goes in despairing - one comes out relieved and unburdened (psychologically and physically :) I look up at the ceiling and it seems like an ethereal surface - a dome glowing with sunlight that offers hope and sanctuary. I take time to look around. This fabricated plastic mould has been designed - that always amazes me - someone took the time to design this. The walls and the ceiling are patterned and remind me of glossy car ads - but here they are, surely there is no functional purpose? They are purely aesthetic - so someone, somewhere has tried to make the functional maligned necessity of the porta-loo... beautiful :)