THE ASV BLOG
— by JANICE NINAN
RAMMED EARTH AND REMEMBERANCE
Tactile Tuesdays | Tactility as memory. Clay as reconciliation. Architecture as dialogue with the past.
Architecture of the Church of Reconciliation, Berlin
On Bernauer Strasse in Berlin, architecture and memory meet in a profound way. Here, the Church of Reconciliation stands as both a spiritual space and a physical reminder of the city’s fractured past. The original church, trapped between the barriers of the Berlin Wall, was destroyed in 1985. Its absence became an emblem of division, but its rebirth in 2000 gave the city a new symbol—one rooted in healing.
What makes the new structure remarkable is not only its circular form or its contemplative presence, but the choice of material: rammed earth walls made from clay gathered directly from the site of the former Berlin Wall. In this act, soil once synonymous with separation was transformed into a vessel of unity and reconciliation.
Clay is not a neutral material. It holds warmth, absorbs moisture, and reveals texture in a way that concrete or steel never can. Inside the chapel, the tactility of the walls changes the experience of space. Light is absorbed softly rather than reflected harshly. Sounds are muffled, giving the interior an almost hushed intimacy. The walls, layered by hand and pressure, display striations of earth that feel both fragile and timeless.
To press your hand against the clay is to feel its porosity, its roughness, its grounding presence. It makes history tangible. The wall is not polished smooth, not distanced from touch, but instead invites the visitor to physically engage with it. In doing so, one confronts both the pain of division and the possibility of reconciliation—quite literally embedded in the earth.
The use of clay here is more than a sustainable material choice. It is an ethical and poetic gesture: memory made tactile, history rebuilt into a place of peace. The Church of Reconciliation shows us how architecture can hold space for healing—not only through form and light, but through the direct materiality of touch.
Concrete, Stilled: Tactile Encounters at the Pulitzer Foundation
Tactile Tuesdays | The Atelier Diaries
There are buildings that impress, and then there are buildings that quiet you. The Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts in St. Louis — designed by Tadao Ando — is the latter. I visited it not for spectacle, but for stillness. Ando gave me both.
The architecture doesn’t scream. It breathes. And its primary language is concrete.
The Weight of Silence
The moment I stepped inside, the world slowed. What struck me first wasn’t the form or function — it was the weight of the quiet. Ando’s concrete isn’t brutish or cold. It’s monastic. Still. Thoughtful.
Each ply-formed surface reads like a fossilized imprint of craft — a record of time, pressure, labor, and intention. The material holds memory in its grain. It receives light in a way that feels deeply human.
Concrete as Skin
This isn’t the concrete of parking garages and freeways. This is concrete made tactile — not to be touched, but to touch you.
In the Pulitzer’s galleries and corridors, the concrete walls glow under filtered daylight, their surfaces softened by shadow. The edges are precise, but the experience is sensory. I didn’t just see the concrete. I felt it in the way it held space.
It reminded me that materiality is not just a question of aesthetics or durability — it’s an emotional register. A medium of mood.
A Material Lesson
As a designer, I’m always looking for how materials speak. At the Pulitzer, the concrete didn’t shout. It whispered. It invited stillness. Reflection. Reverence.
Ando’s approach reaffirmed something I return to again and again in my own work: the power of restraint. That space doesn’t always need to explain itself. Sometimes, it just needs to hold you — gently, firmly, silently.
Closing Reflection
Tactile Tuesday is about more than surface. It’s about experience. And this one stayed with me.
“You don’t touch the concrete — not literally. But it touches you.”
— Architecture Speaks Volumes
Have you visited a space that made you feel something — not for how it looked, but how it held you? I’d love to hear.
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