When building facades expand to a boundary they appear to me to be smashed up against an invisible surface. When that system is combined with the Italian "hill", the spaces between buildings take on distinction and purpose, thereby creating beautifully stitched urban fabrics. TA DA!!
When builders attempt to recreate Italian charm on flat suburban sites, it cannot be done. What ends up being created is simply a sign that points all the way across the Atlantic. Very much like the giant sign that is pointing to the next McDonald's. Only, instead of McNuggets, which are an over-processed form of food, you get some over-processed form of culture. The magic is missing.
For an architect, to draw – that is, to sketch – is to draw oneself into the world. And that world, ever-changing like Heraclitus' river, is replete with inconsistencies, enjambments, contaminations, and material conditions that bewilder the mind. It is here that I practice what can be considered bricolage. Yet this condition, as with the world itself, is not fatal. Often, between buildings where the sky holds apart the street where I walk, or between cappuccino and a sketchbook in the morning, or caught midway within a conversation following dinner, or on the road, bicycling nowhere in particular… in these times and others too numerous to mention, there is a glimpse of some opening that reveals infinite depth.
Author of: Architecture: Land Culture Practice
Mark,
ReplyDeleteAgain, great.
When building facades expand to a boundary they appear to me to be smashed up against an invisible surface. When that system is combined with the Italian "hill", the spaces between buildings take on distinction and purpose, thereby creating beautifully stitched urban fabrics. TA DA!!
When builders attempt to recreate Italian charm on flat suburban sites, it cannot be done. What ends up being created is simply a sign that points all the way across the Atlantic. Very much like the giant sign that is pointing to the next McDonald's. Only, instead of McNuggets, which are an over-processed form of food, you get some over-processed form of culture. The magic is missing.
All along, It was so simple.