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  • Beta Architecture
    studio specialized in
    unbuilt architecture

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Textilis is about framing the experience of reading. Our proposal seeks an atmosphere that stimulates wonder and curiosity. The project is an interpretation of Olav H. Hauges poetry, materialized in translucent textile. The textile walls are layered to create atmospheres of a dreamlike landscape. The translucent walls are backlit to mimic the characteristic Nordic light and our shadow less world. Textilis is a sanctuary from the chaotic landscape of the Book Fair, from the troubled sea to a quite cove we didn’t know of.

Three different characters comprise the pavilion space. The amphitheatre as a room for lectures and gatherings within a circular textile border. The cross, a crossshaped furniture in massive Norwegian granite as a meeting point for visitors. And lastly, the Pavilion as a slender, rectangular parameter in glowing layers of translucent textile. The pavilion holds the exhibition spaces, with the main book exhibition in a long room with a floating granite table with books displayed as objects in a museum.

Textilis hints at the life behind the curtains. By using textile in different weights, textures and translucency arranged in layers, the pavilion could offer a spectrum of atmospheres using only one material. A material that is completely reusable and holds long traditions as a building material used in religious architecture and to mark thresholds.

The soft, moving walls creates an intriguing tension with the heavy furniture, and this tension highlight the books and objects. The pavilion creates a backdrop for the exhibition; whilst at the same time it has its own character rooted in Olav H. Hauges calm poetry and the soft Nordic light.

“It is the dream we carry
that something wonderful will happen,
that it must happen –
that time will open,
that our hearts may open,
that doors shall open,
and the mountain shall open
that springs will gush forth –
that our dream will open,
and that one morning we’ll glide
into a cove we didn’t know.” – It Is That Dream by Olav H. Hauge