Temple of wind

The Vision

The Wind Remembers is an interdisciplinary project born from the collaboration between architect Charlotte Dubois and musician and sound artist Ali Choupani, a bamboo installation that fuses architecture and music.These two art forms have the ability to transform, to touch something deep inside of us.

In a world driven by speed and instant gratification, this space invites you to do the opposite, to slow down. Don’t expect immediate results. Listen carefully, to the different voices, and to the silence in between.

Here, we explore the poetic potential of wind as a co-creator of both sound and space. The structure is built entirely from bamboo, where each element is both a flute and a beam, at once musical and structural. The wind moves through the installation, awakening the flutes so that the architecture itself becomes an instrument, alive with sound.

This project is intended to bridge worlds: outer and inner, sound and silence

As it was originally built for a temporary exhibition, the structure can be reconstructed and brought to life again in a new location.

Spatial Dialogue

The installation consists of six bamboo shells, playfully covered with bamboo flutes in all directions. Each flute is like a person, sometimes silent, sometimes singing with the breath of the world. The tones may differ, yet all are connected, threads in the same invisible fabric.

Visitors are invited to follow the path of the spiral, an ancient symbol of life’s endless flow, change, and transformation. It draws visitors inward on a walk-through journey that culminates at the very heart of the structure. As you move closer to the center, the shells grow smaller, until finally only one person can enter the heart and sit upon the floor. Here, you may pause, close your eyes, and let the whispers of the wind speak to you.

As a yoga teacher once said: Life can be like a storm, full of chaos and endless motion. Yet in the eye of the storm, you can observe what happens around you and find stillness. Or in this case, the soft harmony of the flutes in the wind

The experience

The installation offers a space for awe, joy, and quiet attention. Visitors are not asked to participate through action, but through listening.

Listen, as if you were alone in a quiet house, and suddenly every whisper turned into a song. Walking among the arches, visitors are invited to let the wind remind them:

Every voice matters. Every silence speaks. Every breath is part of a living melody. This is an invitation: to listen to the world as it is, to listen to yourself as you are, and perhaps, just for a moment to hear the symphony of life.

Concept: Ali Choupani & Charlotte Dubois

Design: Charlotte Dubois

Build: Charlotte Dubois, Silas Rask, Lucas Belloni, Ali Choupani, Mattijs Peeters & Quinten van den Broeck

The building process

The Collaboration

Community is older than memory, older than language. Since the beginning of time, humans have gathered, shared, listened, and responded.

This installation continues that lineage: a space where distant voices meet to build, to breathe, and to listen. It draws poetic inspiration from the Persian poet Rumi, who wrote:

“Ever since they cut me from the reed bed, my lament has made men and women weep.”

The reed mourns its separation from the reed bed, and we, too, often feel divided: from ourselves, from one another, from the natural rhythms that once guided us. The pavilion becomes a symbol of this detachment and of our shared longing to return.

Built by six people from different wind directions, each bringing their own story, the structure became a meeting ground of diverse hands and hearts. Through the process of making, we discovered that distant voices can resonate as one. It is not about personal achievement, but about what we can create together. Like bamboo, we find strength in flexibility and unity in diversity. Each culm carries its own character, yet together they form a living harmony.

Together, we shaped a space to cultivate awe, joy, and stillness: a place where wind, material, and people breathe as one. Visitors were invited to become part of it, not with their hands, but with their ears.

Life is the single stage of our artistry

Once again the crimson tulip of desire may bloom,

The red bud of a closed heart may open.

I do not say that the spring which has passed will return,

Or that a time gone by will begin again.

Another age will come, and another spring.

To be joyful is an art,

To bring joy, an art still higher.

Yet never should we wish for ourselves

To be like a lifeless mask,

Smiling day and night,

Unaware of all that lives within.

Indifference is a grave flaw, may it stay far from us.

If only there were a mirror turned inward,

Where we could see ourselves

See what the outer mirrors hide

Then we would know that pure inner force

That teaches us to live,

To become everlasting,

To be messengers of victory and hope.

To be joyful is an art

If, through your joy, other hearts are also glad.

Life is the single stage of our artistry.

Each person sings their own song and leaves the stage,

But the stage itself remains.

Blessed is the song

That people carry in their hearts.

Jaleh Esfahani