‘I called to the other men that the sky was clearing and then a moment later I realised that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.’ Ernest Shackleton
As structure, clarity and rhythm are restored to formerly dilapidated buildings, so the colour palette quietens.
By increments the eyes adjust to a new spectral range and see how this shift reflects what is happening to the wider fabric of the spaces as these are retuned and reordered. The issue of how far to take the refining process is critical. Stop prematurely and the visual field remains too complex and distracting; late and the colour becomes too uniform and flattens, losing its scope for richness and tonal nuance.
Photography
John Pawson, Guy Dickinson