in the midst of insanity I will live through the eyes of Geoffrey BAWA

The days of nothingness. of void.
…………………. is nothing more than a streak of fine line across the horizons these days.
Such distance. Such allure.
…………………. only in one’s distance dream.
I shudder to think of the nightmare that will begin and replay itself over and over again tomorrow.
Banking really sucks.
I am disturbed by the ringing in my ears. The replay of Yogie Bear’s words:
……………….“sell credit cards or save the world?”
Of course it’s silly.
He is silly. I am silly.
Neither of us are selling credit cards.
Neither of us are really saving the world.
Not like how Greenpeace saves the Whale, the Ozone Layer, the Glaciers …
But more importantly i suck.
I truly suck for my lack of guts.
For selling short to some people who has their brains ideologically wired the wrong way around.
But how dare I complain?
I get paid handsomely in the process.
I get to expand and explore.
I get variety.
And incredulously, I get to exercise and test the dexterity of both hemispheres of my brains daily.
And I’m not even talking about my ridiculous selfish driving antics that endangers the Cheras population heading into Kuala Lumpur CBD and vice-versa daily by driving with my left hand (I am right handed) and left foot (my right leg hurts occasionally, and since I’m half way through a confession, I might as well get down dirty with the truth – my left cramps frequently!)
Since this truth-or-dare is getting really fun, let me let you in to another secret:
……………….the traffic cameras at the Bank Negara intersection has malfunctioned! Beat the lights.
Yes, thoughts of wanting to save the world has been seeping into my subconsciousness all day.
Regrets creeps in.
And ironically sometimes it takes the form of me dropping out of med school … just when I thought time cures and whatever else cliché that comes in handy at times like this works. But heck no!
Maybe if I had completed med school (says the subconscious voice) I could have been in service for the Doctors without Borders and the likes.
maybe  …though deep down in between the crevices of the folded grey mashed up matter I know for the fact that I would have succumb to family and societal pressure; sitting down contempt in a acrid smelling cubicle  being the enabler of big multinationals dispensing drugs legally.
Turning my attention to something useful, I started mapping my route out with the help of Google map and made some hotel reservations.
hmmm… seriously a bad, BAD. BAD thing to do when one is depressed.
Here’s why …
one night in an Aman-Bayan Tree Resort
Of which I would probably crashed out immediately upon entering the room after traveling for 5 hours on rough terrain, walked around ruins with approximately 6 kgs load (2 bodies, 2 lens and water bottle), and risen at ungodly hour to partake in the observation of a fish auction by a fishing depot.
two nights in a luxury boutique hotel
… that is tucked away from town, thereby negating my need to be in this town in the first place as I had intended to capture a possession that was going by the main street. Heck! This entire trip. The idea of even exploring this country was because of this possession … and now, yes, and now, I am 20 minutes away from it when I had very well earmarked a hotel that was right smack above the main street.
and if that’s not enough of insanity for the afternoon, I did this unspeakable thing:
two nights with Geoffrey Bawa‘s spirit
{coz he only visualised the final outcome as he never lived to see it materialise – the perpetual curse of an artist}
… and for this Geoffrey Bawa* debacle I blame my ‘khor khor’ who instigated me.
Oh well, honestly he just did a casual mention and suggestion which during my moment of sanity then, I had dismissed him as insane! Anyone would just looking at the rack rates, with the exception of those who falls under the Rich-and-Famous category or the obscenely Flush-and-Corrupt.
Anyways, what is done is done.
I shall try my best to capture the feel of the place for you – ‘khor khor’.
The smell, the sounds, the reflection of the lights, the taste?, the aura.
Geoffrey Bawa himself – errkk... probably not since this is rather freaky.

about Geoffrey Bawa {since I am architect obsessed} 

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* @font-face { font-family: “Times New Roman”; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: “Times New Roman”; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: “Times New Roman”; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Geoffrey Bawa was Sri Lanka’s most prolific and influential architect. His work has had tremendous impact upon architecture throughout Asia and is unanimously acclaimed by connoisseurs of architecture worldwide. Surprisingly however, his architecture is not well known outside the region, and has not received the international attention it deserves. On only the third occasion since he founded the Aga Khan Award for Architecture in 1977, His Highness the Aga Khan presented the Special Chairman’s Award during the 2001 Award Cycle to Mr. Bawa to honour and celebrate his lifetime achievements in and contribution to the field of architecture.

Bawa was born in 1919 in what was then the British colony of Ceylon. His father was a wealthy and successful lawyer of Muslim and English parentage, while his mother was of mixed German, Scottish and Sinhalese descent.  
In 1938 he went to Cambridge to read English, before studying Law in London, where he was called to the Bar in 1944. After World War II he joined a Colombo law firm, but he soon tired of the legal profession and in 1946 set off on two years of travel that took him through the far East, across the United States and finally to Europe.
In Italy he toyed with the idea of settling down permanently and resolved to buy a villa overlooking Lake Garda. He was now twenty-eight and had spent one-third of his life away from Ceylon. Not only had he become more and more European in outlook, but his ties to Ceylon were also weakening: both his parents were dead and he had disposed of the last of his Colombo property.
The plan to buy an Italian villa came to nothing however, and in 1948 he returned to Ceylon where he bought an abandoned rubber estate at Lunuganga, on the south-west coast between Colombo and Galle. His dream was to create an Italian garden from a tropical wilderness, but he soon found that his ideas were compromised by lack of technical knowledge.
In 1951 he was apprenticed to H. H. Reid, the sole surviving partner of the Colombo architectural practice of Edwards, Reid and Begg. When Reid died suddenly a year later Bawa returned to England and, after spending a year at Cambridge, enrolled as a student at the Architectural Association in London, where he is remembered as the tallest, oldest and most outspoken student of his generation.
Bawa finally qualified as an architect in 1957 at the age of thirty-eight and returned to Ceylon to take over what was left of Reid’s practice. He gathered together a group of talented young designers and artists who shared his growing interest in Ceylon’s forgotten architectural heritage and his ambition to develop new ways of making and building. As well as his immediate office colleagues, this group included the batik designer Ena de Silva, the designer Barbara Sansoni and the artist Laki Senanayake, all of whose work figure prominently in his buildings.
 He was joined in 1959 by Ulrik Plesner, a young Danish architect who brought with him an appreciation of Scandinavian design and detailing, a sense of professionalism and curiosity about Sri Lanka’s building traditions. The two formed a close friendship and symbiotic working relationship that lasted until Plesner quit the practice in 1967 to return to Europe and Bawa was joined by the engineer K Poologasundram, who remained his partner for the next twenty years. The practice established itself as the most respected and prolific in Sri Lanka, with a portfolio that included religious, social, cultural, education, governmental, commercial, and residential buildings, creating a cannon of prototypes in each of these areas. It also became the springboard for a new generation of young Sri Lankan architects.
One of Bawa’s earliest domestic buildings, a courtyard house built in Colombo for Ena De Silva in 1961, was the first to fuse elements of traditional Sinhalese domestic architecture with modern concepts of open planning, demonstrating that an outdoor life is viable on a tight urban plot. The Bentota Beach Hotel of 1968 was Sri Lanka’s first purpose-built resort hotel, combining the conveniences required by demanding tourists with a sense of place and continuity that has rarely been matched. During the early 1970s a series of buildings for government departments, developed ideas for the workplace in a tropical city, culminating in the State Mortgage Bank in Colombo, hailed at the time as one of the world’s first bio-climatic high-rises.
Bawa’s growing prestige was recognized in 1979, when he was invited by President Jayawardene to design Sri Lanka’s new Parliament at Kotte, 8 kilometers east of Colombo. At Bawa’s suggestion the swampy site was dredged to create an island at the centre of a vast artificial lake, with the Parliament building appearing as an asymmetric composition of copper roofs floating above a series of terraces rising out of the water. Abstract references to traditional Sri Lankan and South Indian architecture were incorporated within a modernist framework to create a powerful image of democracy, cultural harmony, continuity and progress and a sense of gentle monumentality.
During the 1980s Bawa also designed the new Ruhunu University near Matara, a project that enabled him to demonstrate his mastery of external space and the integration of buildings in a landscape. The result is a matrix of pavilions and courtyards, arranged with careful casualness and a strong sense of theatre across a pair of rocky hills overlooking the southern ocean.
These projects brought Bawa international recognition and his work was celebrated in a Mimar monograph by Brian Brace Taylor and in a London exhibition. A later book by Christoph Bon on Lunuganga served both as a personal tribute to a friend and a beautiful photographic evocation of a garden. But the Parliament building and Ruhunu had left Bawa exhausted and at the end of the 1980s he withdrew from his partnership with Poologasundram and relinquished the name Edwards, Reid and Begg. He was now seventy and it was widely assumed that he would retire to Lunuganga and contemplate in his garden. However, the break signaled a fresh round of creative activity and he began to work from his home in Bagatalle Road, Colombo, with a small group of young architects. Together they embarked on a stream of ambitious designs – hotels on Bali and Bintan, houses in Delhi and Ahmedabad, and a Cloud Centre for Singapore. None of these was built but each was treated as a test bed for new ideas.
Some of these ideas came to fruition in three hotels built in Sri Lanka in the 1990s: the Kandalama, conceived as an austere jungle palace, snaking around a rocky outcrop on the edge of an ancient tank in the Dry Zone; the Lighthouse at Galle, defying the southern oceans from its boulder-strewn headland; and the Blue Water, a cool pleasure pavilion set within a sedate coconut grove on the edge of Colombo. All three demonstrate Bawa’s concern to ‘consult the genius of the place in all’, as well as his skill at integrating architecture and landscape, and his scenographic manipulation of space.
One final house, designed for the Jayawardene family in 1997 as a weekend retreat on the cliffs of Mirissa, demonstrates Bawa’s unflagging inventiveness. A phalanx of slender columns supports a wafer-thin roof to create a minimalist pavilion facing the southern ocean and setting sun. Nearly forty years separate the Jayawardene House from the Ena de Silva House, but they are two points on a continuum, one a distillation of the other.
 In 1998 Bawa was tragically struck down by a massive stroke that left him paralysed and unable to speak. A small group of colleagues, led by Channa Daswatte, continued to work on the projects he initiated before his illness – an official residence for the President of Sri Lanka, a house in Bombay, a hotel in Panadura – with drawings being taken down the corridor from the office to Bawa’s bedroom for nods of approval or rejection.
Looking back over his career, two projects hold the key to an understanding of Bawa’s work: the garden at Lunuganga that he has continued to fashion for almost fifty years, and his own house in Colombo’s Bagatalle Road. Lunuganga is a distant retreat, an outpost on the edge of the known world, a civilized garden within the larger wilderness of Sri Lanka, transforming an ancient rubber estate into a series of outdoor rooms that evoke memories of Sacro Bosco and Stourhead. The town house, in contrast, is an introspective assemblage of courtyards, verandahs and loggia, created by knocking together four tiny bungalows and adding a white entry tower that peers like a periscope across neighbouring rooftops towards the distant ocean. It is a haven of peace, an infinite garden of the mind, locked away within a busy and increasingly hostile city.
Throughout its long and colourful history, Sri Lanka has been subjected to strong outside influences from its Indian neighbours, from Arab traders and from European colonists, and it has always succeeded in translating these elements into something new but intrinsically Sri Lankan. Bawa has continued this tradition. His architecture is a subtle blend of modernity and tradition, East and West, formal and picturesque; he has broken down the artificial segregation of inside and outside, building and landscape; he has drawn on tradition to create an architecture that is fitting to its place, and he has also used his vast knowledge of the modern world to create an architecture that is of its time.
Since Bawa started out on his career, Sri Lanka’s population has almost tripled, while its communities have been fractured by bitter political and ethnic disputes. Although it might be thought that his buildings have had no direct impact on the lives of ordinary people, Bawa has exerted a defining influence on the emerging architecture of independent Sri Lanka and successive generations of younger architects. His ideas have spread across the island, providing a bridge between the past and future, a mirror in which ordinary people can obtain a clearer image of their own evolving culture. 

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Bachelor of Arts (English Literature Tripos) Cambridge
Barrister-at-Law, Middle Temple , London
Diploma in Architecture, Architectural Association, London
Associate of the Royal Institute of British Architects
Partner of Messrs. Edwards, Reid and Begg, Colombo
Associate of the Sri Lanka Institute of Architects
Pan Pacific Citation from the Hawaii Chapter of the American Institute of Architects for “A Singular Individuality and Excellence in Design”
President, Sri Lanka Institute of Architects
Recipient of the Inaugural Gold Medal at the Silver Jubilee Celebration of the Sri Lanka Institute of Architects
Recipient of the Pacific Area Travel Association “Heritage Award of Recognition”, for “Outstanding Architectural Design in the Tradition of Local Vernacular Architecture”, for the new Parliamentary Complex at Sri Jayawardenepura, Kotte
Elected Honorary Fellow of the American Institute of Architects
Conferred title of “Vidya Jothi” (Light of Science) in the Inaugural Honours List of the President of the Democratic Socialist Republic of Sri Lanka
Teaching Fellowship at the Aga Khan Programme for Architecture, at MIT, Boston , USA
Reserve Judge at the International Competition for the Indira Gandhi Memorial, New Delhi
Advisor to the Government of Fiji on Restoration of the Old Capital
Guest Speaker at the Second Regional Seminar of the Aga Khan Award for Architecture on “Architecture in South Asia ”, Dhaka , Bangladesh
Guest Speaker at the ARCASIA Forum on “My Architecture”, Bali , Indonesia
Member of the Master Jury for the Fourth Aga Khan Award for Architecture
Guest Speaker at the Malaysian Institute of Architects, Singapore Institute of Architects, Commonwealth Association of the Architects International Conference, “Architecture and Tourism”, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Guest Speaker at the Royal Australian Institute of Architects Conference, “Architecture in Isolation”, Perth , Australia and Kuala Lumpur
 Conferred title “Deshamanya” (Pride of the Nation) in the Honours List of the President of the Democratic Socialist Republic of Sri Lanka
Keynote Speaker at the XIII International UIA/UNESCO Seminar on “Affordable Educational Spaces for All”, Bombay , India (February 1996)
Awarded “The Grate Master’s Award 1996” incorporating South Asian Architecture Award, promoted by the Architect of the Year Award, India
Asian Innovations Award, Bronze Award – Architecture, Far Eastern Economic Review (October 1997)
The Chairman’s Award of the Aga Khan Award for Architecture in recognition of a lifetime’s achievement in and contribution to the field of architecture
Awarded Doctor of Science (Honoris Causa), University of Ruhuna (14th September)



10 thoughts on “in the midst of insanity I will live through the eyes of Geoffrey BAWA

  1. lollove you khor2don't jealous2 ok?i take loads of pictures for you…though i won't be going to colombo, so won't get quite a bit of his work. His house seems ab fab. when you building me a house like that lah?for those reading this blog, my khor2 is an amazing architect, ok!sheeesh…freaking amazing. so now i need to find the dole to live in his design.(tough one, tall order)

  2. why do u hv to extend that long list of credentials??? why do u hv to highlight him as if i dont already know? r u trying to be sarcastic? (lolzlolzlolz) i wanted to do a Bawa themed trip to SL actually, but only got hold of his book after the trip…sigh. nevermind la, i did come across some of his works tho. khor2

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