So, Zaha Hadid died. No, not an April fool.

Love or hate, it's hard to deny she was a force with in the world or architecture.

It would be fair to say she was an artist first. Form taking the first and for most place, while practical functionality coming quite a far behind second. Just ask anyone who tried to watch the swimming at London 2012. Lucky now you can go swim in the belly of the spaceship, so it didn't turn out to be a total carbuncle.

Vast, swirly scripted architecture is not my bag but I can not reject all her buildings. Her first break through in 1993 in the form of the Virta Fire Station in Weil am Rhein Germany, through the local Maggie Center in Fife, to the more recent Messner Mountain Museum Corones perched on a cliff in South Tyrol, Italy. These are the buildings that speak to me. Sensuous and sumptuous to all the senses, I find the small scale considerations far more satisfying that the failed Tokyo Olympic Stadium. 

Possibly it is simple just a factor of scale. The repetitively recent Glasgow Transport Museum on the Clyde by my home has glimmers of hope all but lost in the translation of considered to the considerable.