I “knew” the GSA before I arrived in Glasgow in 2002. An American relocating here for a job.
One would have hoped one fire was bad enough…
But a second is tragic.
A friend of mine had told me after I posted some photos of the aftermath of putting out the fire, that she couldn’t bear to see it. When we caught up the other day, she still hadn’t gone over to see the skeleton of a building that epitomised Glasgow.
So I thought I would take a wee wander back with the camera.
I had read that they are taking the building down, brick by brick. It moved significantly in the fire and the area around has been evacuated in case of falling. The lives disrupted are many.
There are three cranes working at the site 12 hours a day, dismantling a treasure. I’m not certain if I would feel honoured to be part of the crew responsible….or gutted. They are witness to the beauty, and the destruction.
Below is part of a mural in the city centre.
it is 150th year of celebration for Charles Rennie Mackintosh. He was not celebrated during his lifetime in Glasgow. However, his work and that of his wife, Margaret MacDonald, were well-accepted in Europe, and seen as forward thinking: visionary.
There are Mackintosh buildings scattered around the area, but none so well known as the GSA. It sits on Garnet Hill just up from the city centre. Garnet Hill is home to the Chookie Birdie, two of which sit atop the streetlights on the hill neighbourhood. At least one was lost in the fire. 😢
Above – the Chookie missing from atop the lamp.
The most heart-wrenching to me so far, is seeing the iron decorative window features, looking like rebar on what’s left of the front windows. They had survived the first fire.
I’ve decided to go once a week or so to take photos. “Termoigner” is the French word for “to witness”. It’s the word I think of when I am there.
Thanks for viewing the photos.