Abre Etteh — architect and artist

Everything here started as a thread.

What I make

Swaledale Gates: timber looms hand-woven with wool in the colours of the dale, made with young people from in and around Swaledale. It is about the effort it takes to make a community, and the effort it takes to keep one.

How I keep time

72 Rooms: the old Japanese calendar divides the year into seventy-two seasons — spring winds thaw the ice, the first peach blossoms, damp earth humid heat. The work answers each one.

What I believe

Speak: brass petals scattered over the footprint of a room and suspended in mid-flight — prayers said, and prayers left unuttered. Hallel: a sukkah for the Downtown Synagogue of Detroit, three hundred cedar tiles hung from a blue canopy, inscribed by local residents and left to chime in the wind.

What I argue with

Bridge: a steel truss installed in a wood, which the public was invited to add to over a week. It grew and stopped being a bridge. Dense Bridge: the load spread along the whole length, so the section could be almost nothing. Every span asks whether we build in negotiation with the landscape, or against it.

What I cannot explain

Northern Lights Observatory: a disused coal mine in Svalbard, its shimmering coalface set against the aurora. Camera Obscura: converging lenses on blinds, drawing the sky down into a room.

Still making

Abre Etteh, London.

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