A section of the Sistine Chapel ceiling (Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36772)
This is another in
my series of posts inspired by 1000 Awesome Things, the Webby
Award-winning blog written by Neil Pasricha. The series is
my meditation on the awesome reasons why I was and continue to be attracted to
the art of architecture.
Certain ceilings
compel us to lift our gaze. Not just to admire form or finish, but to engage
with space in a way that shifts our perspective—sometimes literally, sometimes
symbolically. Some ceilings astonish with scale or ornament. Others speak with
mastery through restraint, light, or acoustic precision. All have the potential
to shape how we experience architecture from the inside out.
The ceiling of the
Sistine Chapel is one of the most famous in the world, and for good reason.
Michelangelo’s frescoes stretch across the vault with narrative ambition and
technical skill. It’s been many years since I visited the chapel, but I remember
the intensity of the figures and the scale of the composition. Photography was
prohibited (and still is), and no image I’ve seen since has quite matched the
experience. The ceiling’s presence was undeniable. It wasn’t just decoration;
the ceiling was a statement.
Consider Grand
Central Terminal in New York. The concourse isn’t quiet, but it does invite
reflection; not in the meditative sense, but in the act of looking up.
Suspended above the rush is a vaulted ceiling painted with a celestial mural,
its turquoise expanse dotted with golden constellations drawn from Johann Bayer’s 1603 star atlas. The stars are reversed—east shown as west—a detail
that has puzzled and intrigued generations of commuters. For those who pause,
the mural offers a moment of orientation in a space defined by motion. It
reframes the daily commute as part of a larger continuum, connecting the individual
to something older and more enduring. In this way, the concourse becomes a
place of reflection not because it’s still, but because it allows for a shift
in perspective.
The Pantheon in Rome
achieves something similar through scale and simplicity. Its coffered dome,
still the largest unreinforced concrete dome in the world, culminates in an
oculus open to the sky. I visited the Pantheon on a day when a light mist was
falling. I knew the oculus was open, but seeing rain drift gently through it
was still surprising. Despite the number of tourists inside, the space was
quiet. The ceiling became a compass and a connection to the heavens. It was
symbolic as well as structural, linking earthbound visitors to something
beyond.
Closer to home, the
Silva Concert Hall in Eugene’s Hult Center offers a ceiling that shocks and
delights. Designed by Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer Associates, its giant basket-weave
pattern is visually arresting. It’s an unexpected flourish that an audience
first encounters with surprise and admiration. While it does serve acoustic
functions, the ceiling’s greatest impact is visual. It doesn’t merely serve; it
announces. It creates a sense of enclosure that is bold, intentional, and
memorable. For many in Eugene, it’s a ceiling associated with memory, an
integral part of every Silva Concert Hall event.
Kimbell Art Museum (photo by Michael Barera, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons)
Then there are
ceilings that shape experience through light. Louis Kahn’s Kimbell Art Museum
in Fort Worth, which I’ve long admired and hope to visit one day, uses
cycloidal vaults to diffuse natural light with precision. The ceiling becomes
an instrument, modulating illumination to honor the art below. It’s a lesson in
decorum and responsiveness, a reminder that architecture can be quiet and still
carry meaning.
Ceilings are often
an essential aspect of how we remember places. Not just what we saw, but how we
felt when we looked up. They frame our upward gaze—toward painted heavens, open
skies, or engineered precision. Ceilings can represent both aspiration and/or
containment. They can evoke transcendence, as in sacred spaces, or signal
limits. In civic architecture, they may reflect collective values: openness,
order, ambition, and moderation.
Some ceilings
astonish. Others comfort. All deserve a second look. A ceiling worth looking up
to reminds us that architecture is not only about enclosure. It is also about
elevation.
Writing about
architecture shifted how I engage with buildings. I found myself noticing
ceilings more often. Not just the grand ones, but also the quiet, utilitarian
ones that still manage to admirably shape experience. They’ve become part of
how I remember spaces, and part of how I understand the values embedded in
design. Looking up has become a habit—not of reverence, but of attention.
Next Architecture is Awesome: #42 Framing Long Views
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