…and a spoonful of sugar
lunes 22.46pm | Tuesday 4.47am
The chosen moment to describe with words and photos, some tenuous threads between 2 cities. Well, official links - no. Just the ones I see at this moment, in a search for meaning. Nothing revolutionary, after all, in the notion that two cities described and disputed as Mediterranean… might have a few common points worth noting.
The stuff of architecture we were trained in provides a starting point. Light. Form. Street. People.
Light: We have the same types of light to play with.
Harsh light. White light. Light to be filtered. Light for silouette.
Notes on beauty:
Noticing that there is a fragility between being surrounded by beautiful things and learning to see the beauty in ordinary things. This is a clue to being inspired…
I think this thread is something of Robert Venturi and Simon Anderson and perhaps José Antonio Coderch. But that needs investigation.
Post-Script on people in architecture: If you remove humanity from a project, why build it at all? I´m going with the suspicion that humanity is in all facets and all phases of a project. Looking for humanity,
could be as easy as inviting it.
Don´t you love the idea that we could harness the mess of peoples dreams, mistakes and emotions and put them in a building?
I don´t know - surely without that, a building can only be object less beautiful, less functional and more of an aberration on the landscape than what would have grown there by itself. So, its my belief that you squash people and their mess out of the process at your peril.
So, never quite got around to mention “form”. Light. Beauty. Humanity. Is there a case for making form, simply incidental, and subservient to these other preoccupations? Or is this exactly the type of introspective garbage to be left to those people who spend their evening writing blogs about ephemeral things, while the real architects prepare for the next day of form.
Ok, next entry about form.
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