The concrete circus is a contradictory term. A circus is something ephemeral, feeble, something moving always, consisting an invisible structure, almost an idea. It's a grotesque structural kit that fits inside a couple of containers. It is a city on the move. Concrete is heavy, tectonic, bulky. Together they form a potential juxtaposition of opposites, a situation where materials and behaviors actually form a concrete record in time and space. Their interrelation reminds us the journey of the forming of an idea. The tectonic form that comes to embed an idea onto a human structure; the thin red line where our civilization transludes from the state of the abstract to that of the objective. This is where architecture evolves...A circus can fly. Architecture can' t.
