Have you ever looked off highway 57 and wondered where those little roads lead? That's been my fascination as long as I can remember. What's down that road? What's after that mountain? I like to look at maps and read the names of remote places and think about the people there and what the they must do so far out from civilization. There was no one around to tell me anything about this Hacienda that sits about 5 kilometers of Hwy 57. The doors were open so I just had to visit.
The Butresses on this building are made out of Adobe brick. In fact the entire massive structure is made of adobe. Where the plaster has worn off and exposed the brick is only left the cement mortar. The adobe must have melted during rain.
I love these arches. Pulls you right through the space. Your body is tranported in and out of the sunny courtyard.
Yummy textures. This floor is tactile made from local San Luis Potosi stone. When I see a floor like this I think of many things. I imagine the people who laid the bricks hand by hand and wonder how much thought they might have given to the pattern and color of the stones. It's random but well thought out. I also think about how in todays design we're lacking this type of design. Everything now is mass produced and products are shipped across the world where it ends up in a residence with no relation to where the home is built. I'd like to see modern homes made with materials that are from thier region and not materials from around the world.
This church is barely standing. I was thinking as I was climbing around the stairs and over the roof top that with one more good rain and a little wind the domb will collapse. It's an oasis in the desert. Tucked in the lush pepper, Huizache and palm trees. It's blanketed in shade. Inviting the people from the country side to come in and relax, meet other people, shop and worship.
Matteo allowed me to take his photo in front of this entrance into the main courtyard that has the Church and what was probably a market meeting place. Just outside the gate is an orchard. There was thought going into how it feels to pass from one space into another. The large arch painted red. The wing like triangles lead your eye up to the arch and fanning iron work pushes the arch even higher leading you through another space and perhaps another time.
I love these arches. Pulls you right through the space. Your body is tranported in and out of the sunny courtyard.
Yummy textures. This floor is tactile made from local San Luis Potosi stone. When I see a floor like this I think of many things. I imagine the people who laid the bricks hand by hand and wonder how much thought they might have given to the pattern and color of the stones. It's random but well thought out. I also think about how in todays design we're lacking this type of design. Everything now is mass produced and products are shipped across the world where it ends up in a residence with no relation to where the home is built. I'd like to see modern homes made with materials that are from thier region and not materials from around the world.
This church is barely standing. I was thinking as I was climbing around the stairs and over the roof top that with one more good rain and a little wind the domb will collapse. It's an oasis in the desert. Tucked in the lush pepper, Huizache and palm trees. It's blanketed in shade. Inviting the people from the country side to come in and relax, meet other people, shop and worship.
Matteo allowed me to take his photo in front of this entrance into the main courtyard that has the Church and what was probably a market meeting place. Just outside the gate is an orchard. There was thought going into how it feels to pass from one space into another. The large arch painted red. The wing like triangles lead your eye up to the arch and fanning iron work pushes the arch even higher leading you through another space and perhaps another time.
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