I have fun postulating odd towers, including their construction with lots of cranes (another favorite). Some of these drawings date back over 35 years. I like to imagine climbing up through them, living on top of them, experiencing the wind, and the thrill/fear of their height. The religious headquarters drawing metaphorically expresses the torturous journey to some sacred place. Some of them imply a defensive attitude toward the ground with perilous stairs to elevated entries. The last drawing inverts the tower with its penthouse close to the ground, providing a surprising gesture of humility.
I love the forms of industrial buildings, particularly agricultural buildings. The lacy steel structures juxtaposed against the solid rectangular and round shapes. The ways that they catch the light and cast shadows are inspirations.
Ruins have their own beauty. They evoke a past, inevitably mythical since we know nothing of the real past. Who built this house? Why was it abandoned? What hopes did it enclose? Does anyone own it now? Do they know its history – its genealogy? It’s like a tombstone with its name eroded away.