Every time someone says “There's nothing here,” I think, “There's everything here.”
When I go into a community for fieldwork, residents often tell me, “There's nothing here.” But every time I hear it, I can't help feeling, “No — there's everything.” Everyday customs and ways of living, old timber sleeping in a barn. Things so ordinary to locals that they've become invisible all look fascinating to me, visiting for the first time.
Yotsugi, Maibara City, Shiga
“Kanabō,” a spring-fed water tank and washing place
Why do I feel this way? It goes back to “vernacular architecture.”
I've always been drawn to sheds I meet on farm roads.
I've studied architecture since my undergraduate years, but I've always been more drawn to the sheds and mysterious contraptions that residents built with their own hands, which you stumble across on farm roads, than to modern architecture by famous architects. Structures no one designed, yet somehow feel “alive.” This kind of architecture is broadly called “vernacular architecture.” As the architect Bernard Rudofsky showed in “Architecture Without Architects,” it exists all over the world.
Tsunoshima, Yamaguchi Prefecture
Encountering vernacular architecture in India
With a hypothesis that I'd find even more amazing vernacular architecture, I went to India in my second year of undergrad. The “mud house” I found in Bodh Gaya is like a clay craft. Want a shelf? Dig into the wall. Want a kitchen? Knead a stove. Rather than drawing plans beforehand, it was a house that freely changed shape as people lived in it.
Another encounter was the “Living Root Bridge” in Cherrapunji, said to be the rainiest village in the world. Ordinary bridges get washed away or rot when floods come, but this bridge, woven from living tree roots, doesn't wash away because the roots grip the ground, and doesn't rot because it's alive. Looking at vernacular architecture, you can sense the materials, climate, history, and even the daily life of a place. It felt as if the way a place lives showed through the architecture itself.
Interesting things and stories can surely be found anywhere
Some might think, “Sure, but that's because it was India.” I don't think so. Wherever people live, there is a way of life, and where there is a way of life, some kind of form is always born. Even if it feels ordinary — or even a nuisance — to locals, to an outsider's eyes there is surely an unexpected kind of fascination.
I call this a “seed.” Every single thing and story in a place is a seed. For the people who live there it's buried in daily life, but it is definitely there.
So I want to visit many places to look for those seeds. I want to give what I find back to the community, reshaped a little through making and design, or seen from a different angle. I believe that accumulating such moments draws out a place's charm, connects people, and creates new ways of relating to a community. That's why I started Tabisuru Makers Lab — traveling and making things along the way.
Nagahama, Shiga
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