ABSTRACT
A long time ago, in this small crevice in a huge rock face (right, in the Carnarvon Gorge in Queensland, Australia), a family laid the dead body of a small child, wrapped in bark. They marked the place with stencils of their hands, made with pigment. This grave is as much a piece of architecture as is the Great Pyramid of Giza (and more poignant). It is architecture by choice. Although architecture is always an activity of the mind, it does not follow that architecture always entails building something physically. As identification of place, architecture may be no more than a matter of recognising that a particular location is distinguishable as a place – the shade of a tree, the shelter of a cave, the summit of a hill, the mystery of a dark forest.
