
Today I read about Lebbus Woods, an architect whom the New York Times called an artist unshackled by limits of the real world. My interest in him was kindled by the fact that he was portrayed as an anti-commercial outcast in the architecture world, someone who was more interested in theory and the fantastical. The aggressive manga-like image (see above) of a proposal for an abandoned Berlin building, also gave him some dystopian cred. This guy is interesting.
This particular quote from his Wikipedia page gives some insight into his method:
Architecture and war are not incompatible. Architecture is war. War is architecture. I am at war with my time, with history, with all authority that resides in fixed and frightened forms. I am one of millions who do not fit in, who have no home, no family, no doctrine, no firm place to call my own, no known beginning or end, no “sacred and primordial site.”
I declare war on all icons and finalities, on all histories that would chain me with my own falseness, my own pitiful fears. I know only moments, and lifetimes that are as moments, and forms that appear with infinite strength, then “melt into air.” I am an architect, a constructor of worlds, a sensualist who worships the flesh, the melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky. I cannot know your name. Nor you can know mine. Tomorrow, we begin together the construction of a city.
Woods also maintains a blog, where I found some thought-provoking posts on architecture and the human condition. This one titled ‘Dumb Boxes‘ is one of my favorites:
Anyone familiar with my work knows that I reserve a special place in my feelings and thoughts for what I call ‘dumb boxes.’ These are buildings that are often little more than rectilinear solids of brick or stone facing with holes punched in them for windows and doors. Sometimes they are all glass, with no holes at all.
Most architects today consider them the antithesis of creative design, but I believe they are essential to it. The worst thing I can imagine is an urban world of idiosyncratic buildings that jostle each other for attention with no reference to any deeper form of order.
The next worst thing I can imagine, though, is a world of dumb boxes embellished by architects determined to disguise their dumbness with all manner of distracting shapes, colors, materials, or tectonic doodads. I say, a box is inherently dumb, so let it be dumb, by which I mean, let it be what it is.
I’ll end this with an interesting anecdote here about how one of Wood’s design was stolen and reproduced without credit by Terry Gilliam for the film ‘12 Monkeys’.