The Death of Bali's Architecture: A Tragic Comedy
As the sun sets over the picturesque landscapes of Bali, casting a golden hue upon its verdant rice terraces and ancient temples, a different kind of drama unfolds amidst the tranquil beauty—a tragicomedy of epic proportions, playing out in the clash between tradition and modernity, as Bali’s architectural identity hangs precariously in the balance.
UC Editor
5/7/20242 min read
Picture this: Bali, once a serene island paradise, now a frenzied battleground where cranes clash and concrete conquers.
Thanks to the wonders of technology and the marvels of social media, Bali has become the hottest ticket in town, the ultimate playground for tourists seeking that perfect Instagram and TikTok snap. But hold on to your sarongs, because paradise isn't what it used to be. No, babe.
In the past decade, Bali has undergone a metamorphosis so rapid it would make Kafka blush. With developers from every corner of the globe swooping in like seagulls on a discarded bag of chips, Bali's traditional charm is being bulldozed faster than you can say "cultural appropriation."
What's the result of this manic construction spree, you ask?
Well, strap on your flip-flops and behold: a landscape littered with resorts that wouldn't look out of place in Dubai, beach clubs straight out of a California fever dream, and hospitality monstrosities that have about as much charm as a concrete bunker.
And the best part? They call it "Bali-inspired."
Yes, because nothing says "authentic Balinese experience" like a skyscraper looming over a rice paddy and beach cliff, or a neon-lit pool casting its sickly glow over the once-starry night sky.
Meanwhile, spare a thought for the poor Balinese architects caught in the crossfire. Forced to abandon their heritage in favor of glassy behemoths that wouldn't know a traditional Balinese roofline if it hit them on the head, these architects are playing a losing game of architectural whack-a-mole.
But wait, there's more!
As if the assault on Bali's architectural identity wasn't enough, now even the locals are jumping ship. Drawn to the bright lights and shiny promises of urban living, they're abandoning their ancestral homes faster than you can say "gentrification."
So, is this the end of Balinese architecture? Well, if by "end" you mean a tragicomic farce where tradition is trampled under the boot of commercialism, then yes, babe, this might be the end.
But fear not, for in the ashes of this architectural apocalypse, there may yet rise a phoenix—a Bali that honors its past while embracing the future.
Amidst the chaos and cacophony of construction, there remains a glimmer of hope—a hope embodied by the young Balinese, Indonesians, and foreigners who refuse to let Bali's heritage fade into obscurity. As they begin to recognize the value of preserving not just the natural beauty, but also the architectural soul of the island, a new dawn emerges.