— MOMA Marks

Mark’s House

Mark’s House was the result of an international competition judged by MOMA’s curator Pedro Gadanho for an installation in the city’s public square.Two Islands designed and led the construction of a Tudor-style house clad in reflective panels on top of a mirrored pedestal, giving the structure the appearance of floating in mid-air. The design tells the story of an imagined Flint resident, Mark Hamilton, whose family loses a home to foreclosure:

Mark Hamilton is 21 now. His father always says this decade were Detroit’s most tumultuous years. He has a point – the unprecedented acceleration in house prices gave his family easy access to a loan, and a first home despite falling within the lower-income bracket.

Then it all fell apart.

The foreclosure of homes and Detroit’s shrinking population has had banks leading the demolition of over 2000 homes, all of which lie desecrated and abandoned in aging neighbourhoods. A record 750 homes were demolished last year, including the small 1890s Tudor-style property that was once Mark’s home. He reminds us many more will be torn down, but not just bricks and mortar will come apart.

 

“As a family we have moved on. They say memories are inherited, passed on as we remember our fathers and our mothers. Here they crumble with the walls…The balustrade I could hardly reach while growing up, that then creaked under my weight, will no longer remind me of my father’s repairs.

It will never again evoke him and his gentile nature, when I sat on his lap on the landing  where the stairs end. And another year will pass, and another room that my memory will fail to recall in the house that no longer stands.”

One day it will become just a perfectly inane shell, a fleeting notion of what was once a home. But the iconic shape endures, poised on a pedestal in the mind’s eye, above a landscape of anew, another generation’s future, and this city’s brave new hope.
Mark Hamilton will find success, grow old and make a family home of his own. And one bright morning, with the sun on his back as he climbs the front steps of his brand new porch, he will see his son sitting by the stairs; and upon entering, the memories of his father will come flooding back, when they lived together in their small Tudor home, in the beautiful suburbs of Detroit.