MONUMENTS OF THE PAST
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Blank Space 宣布了第六届童话故事比赛的获奖者。来自 65 个国家的参赛作品通过精心打造的短篇小说和艺术作品探索了当前事件和创作过程。获胜者由 20 多位领先的建筑师、设计师和作家组成的评委团选出，其中包括莫谢·萨夫迪、塔蒂阿娜·毕尔堡、于尔根·迈耶、朱莉娅·科内尔、马克·福斯特·盖奇和简·约伦等许多杰出的评委。Blank Space 的联合创始人弗朗西斯卡·朱利安尼表示：
“今年的获奖作品利用叙事的力量探讨移民、污染、气候变化、海平面上升和人类影响的持久性等复杂问题。童话故事比赛一次又一次地吸引了渴望通过具有启示性的思考和艺术作品来探索当今最紧迫、最真实问题的创意人才。”
自 2013 年创立以来，年度童话故事挑战赛吸引了数千名参与者，获胜者已经将他们的故事发展成为成功的 Kickstarter 众筹活动、短片、漫画和展览。
竞赛介绍：https://blog.easyref.design/architecture-tutorial/2023/3/20/fairy-tales-2019
项目名称：Monuments of the past 设计者：Nick Stath , Australia
2119 年 1 月 17 日，日出时间 6 : 03 。
当我们在 37 号纪念碑前看日出的时候，我向儿子讲述了攀爬地球山脉的经历。森林已经消失，山脉被尘土覆盖，一世纪前的自然色彩已经不再存在。在森林和所有自然元素迅速衰退的一百年后，世界各国政府联合创造了一系列建筑巨型结构，将人造景观升入天空。如今，成千上万的人们从世界各地涌来，体验地球上曾经的自然美景。我们这一代的孩子只能想象曾经生活在地球上是什么样子。几百年来，人类对大自然及其资源的获取态度就是理所当然。我们的眼前大自然正在消失。森林消失了数百公顷，土地被清空为牧场，城市扩张和城市化吞噬了自然景观。我们忽略了气候变化的最初迹象，当我们开始认真对待它时，已经太晚了。绿色开始减少，尘土开始飞扬，地球慢慢地开始变成了火星一般的景象。
清晨 7 : 15 。
我们开始下降，沿着峭壁走下去。突然间，我们的脚开始颤抖，周围的红色尘土开始动起来。一架巨大的风力运输机 V34 从头顶飞过，向附近的一个纪念碑运送了一片人造森林。在我们头顶上，这些人造树仿佛高耸入云，让我想起了我小时候曾经幸运地参观过的几棵仅存的红杉树。怀旧之情油然而生，我们看着它经过。这些强大、像掩体一样的运输器被设计用来一次运送数公顷的景观，同时为人们提供人造景观的风景航班。树木被运送到特定的纪念碑，在那里人们继续传统的森林浴或者说是“森林疗法”。当地球还在繁荣时期，尤其是其森林时期，身处其中被称为具有各种健康益处和整体健康的效应。作为地球的居民，我们只能梦想着经历一下日本人曾经所说的弥合我们与自然世界之间的鸿沟。我们现在只能依靠氧气供应生存，并试图重温呼吸树木清新空气的记忆。
中午时分。
我们来到了一个纪念过去冰岛山脉的绿色景观的纪念碑。儿子以前从未来过这里。他将目睹我经常谈到的那些充满活力的山谷和山脉。
我们第一次一起踏上了这座自然景观博物馆的冒险之旅。我们必须留在运输器上，因为我们身边的土壤被污染了。我们抬头看到一队快递和观光飞行器飞往人造山顶。据说这座纪念碑是最早建造一批中的其一。它的外墙清楚地显示出它的年龄和磨损。在过去的几十年里，数百万人曾在其内部居住。虽然据说这里的房间很小，不舒适，但人们仍乐意并忍受逗留其中，以便在醒来时看到像是活生生的景观。我的儿子转过头来对我说：“爸爸，我们今晚能留在这里吗？”我犹豫了一下，因为我不想让他失望。这些纪念碑已经提前预定满了好几年。所以我告诉我的儿子：“也许今天不行，但是我保证有一天会实现。”他低下头，松开了我的手，继续走向等待我们的超大规模建筑。
下午 2 点。
我们坐电梯上了纪念碑，远处已经能听到令人兴奋的声音。当我们走出电梯，面对的景象让我们感到惊叹，地貌一直延伸到地平线。我儿子一言不发，瞪大了眼睛。山脉、丘陵和农田等景观被聚集在一起，形成了一个视觉和空间体验，重新演绎了自然母亲。我得拉着儿子，不能让他走得太远。我们在平台上游览这个景区，被告知能看，但不能触摸。我们不知道这些景观是用什么材料建造的。前面有很多路可供选择，我儿子向右边的路走去。我能明白他的心情，那里的平台人最多，因为它位于一个最大的山顶的对面，这座山顶高耸入云。
黄昏时分。
经历了一天的疲惫但惊喜的体验后，我和儿子沿着沙丘回家的路上。他兴高采烈地奔跑着，因为他已经体验到了自然的美好。突然，我的儿子离开了道路，奔跑起来。我赶紧追向他，因为他已经踏进了污染和有毒的土地上。尽管被告知离开道路可能会导致致命的后果，但我还是冲上前去。我看到他的影子蹲在远处。我打开手电筒，只见一株植物从灰尘中伸出。这是真的吗？
I tell my son stories of what it was like to climb the mountains on Earth whilst we watched the sunrise over Monument 37. Forests have vanished. Mountains are covered in dust. The colour of nature a century ago, now non-existent. Reaching 100 years since the rapid decline of forests & all natural elements, Governments across the world came together to create an array of architectural megastructures to hoist man made landscapes into the sky. Thousands of people now flock from all over to experience what nature on earth was once like. Our children of this generation can only imagine what living earth was once like. For hundreds of years the human race took Mother Nature and her resources for granted. She was diminishing in front of our eyes. Hectares of forests gone, land cleared for cattle grazing, cities expanded and urbanization consumed the natural landscape. We ignored the initial signs of climate change and when we took it seriously it was already too late. The green began to diminish and the dust started to flow as earth slowly began to resemble the Martian landscape.
Early morning. 7.15am
We depart and descend down the cliff face. Suddenly, our feet begin to tremble and the red dust around us starts to move. A giant gust of wind hits us as courier V34 passes overhead, delivering what appears to be part of a manufactured forest, to a nearby Monument. These man made trees above us appear to tower into the sky, they remind me of the last few remaining redwoods that I was lucky enough to visit as a child. The nostalgia kicks in as we watch it pass by. The powerful, bunkeresque vessels are designed to carry hectares of landscapes at a time, whilst providing people with scenic flights to the artificial landscapes. The trees are delivered to specific monuments where the tradition of forest bathing or shinrin-yoku continues. Being in the presence of the trees back when Earth was flourishing and in particular, its forests, was said to impose an array of health benefits and overall well-being. As the inhabitants of earth, we can only dream of experiencing what the Japanese once spoke of as bridging the gap between us and the natural world. We are now confined to our oxygen supply and can only try and reclaim the memories of what it was like to breathe in the fresh air of the trees.
Midday.
We approach one Monument dedicated to the green mountains of the past Icelandic landscape. My son has never been here before. He will witness being among the vibrant valleys and ranges that I frequently speak of.
For the first time together we embark on an adventure inside this museum of natural landscapes. We must stay on the path because the soil adjacent to us is contaminated. We look up and see a fleet of couriers and scenic flight vessels heading to the artificial mountain tops. This Monument was said to be one of the first ever built. Its external walls clearly show its age and wear. Millions have stayed and inhabited its interior over the past few decades. Although it is said the buildings rooms are small and uncomfortable, people will happily endure their stay in order to wake up with what appears to be living landscapes. My son turns to me and says “dad, can we stay here tonight?” I hesitate to respond as I don’t want to disappoint him. These monuments are at full capacity for years in advance. So I tell my son “Maybe not today, but one day I promise”. He puts his head down, let’s go of my hand and continues to walk towards the over scaled architecture that awaits us.
Afternoon. 2pm
As we ascend up the monument, we can already hear distant voices of excitement. As we step out of the lift shaft, the landscape stares us in the face and diminishes into the horizon. My son is silent. His eyes wide open. A museum of mountains, hills and farm land is grouped together into a visual and spatial experience recapturing Mother Nature. My son walks forward in awe. I have to hold him back. We embark on our journey through the landscape, strictly on the platform as we were told we can look, but not touch. We don’t know what materials these landscapes have been built from. We have so many paths ahead we can choose from. My son heads towards the path on the right. I can see why, the platform there appears to be the most populated as it is positioned across from the base of the largest mountain top that reaches into the clouds.
Dusk.
After an exhausting but thrilling day for both my son and I, we follow our path home over the dunes. He is running with joy, excited from experiencing what natural earth once was like. Suddenly, my son diverts from the path and runs. I rush towards him as he has stepped foot onto the contaminated and toxic soil. Despite being told that walking off the path could be fatal, I chase after him. I see his silhouette crouching in the distance. I turn on my flashlight only to see what I thought couldn’t be true. What looks like a plant reaches out from the dust. Could this be real?