With tiny (but
rapidly growing) exceptions like Cameron Sinclair’s Architecture
for Humanity, our architectural geniuses hunger to be the Frank Lloyd
Wrights of their generation. Sinclair’s “bible”, ”Design As
If You Give a Damn”, urges his generation to use their talents in
abolishing the scandal of the favela in the fastest growing Latin
American economy. Or employing the energies of unacknowledged prefab
geniuses like Charles Goodman of National Homes, Lafayette, Indiana
to bring American families out of utter urban darkness. Or the two
million Syrians scrabbling out of their hellhole to whatever tent
town will take them.
So cheer the good
news of our newest Pritzker, who when his fellow Japanese were
suffering from the homelessness of a tsunami in Rikuzentakata, he
responded by forming “Home-for-All”, a coop that innovates to
contain the pain and waste of the tragedies of their coevals. It all
started at the Venice Biennale of 2012 when his collaborator Takamasa
Yoshizaka designed “Architecture: Possible here? ‘Home-for-all’”,
the dashes signifying the togetherness of their thinking. Toyo Ito
curated the exhibition with the participation of architects Kumiko
Inui, Sou Fujimoto, and Akihisa Hirata—visualized by the
photographer Naoya Hatakeyama. Group aid, to ensure the future.
The photographer
illustrated Rikuzintakata, before and after the tsunami. Models
illustrated solutions to the new crisis. (That magazine—new to me, by the way--is a marvelously accessible
way to keep on top of all such architectural innovations.) When their
exposition won the Biennale’s Gold Lion in 2012, the jury noted
that “the presentation and the storytelling in the Pavilion are
exceptional and highly accessible to a broad audience. The jury was
impressed with the humanity of this project.” Or in other words,
humane architecture involves more than a slide-rule!)
It takes a visionary
like Toyo Ito: "Immediately post-quake I proposed a project known as
Home-for-All: an attempt to provide places where those who’ve lost
their homes can enjoy a little breathing space—a place to meet,
talk, eat and drink together. Those living in the temporary housing
erected in the disaster zone may at least secured a minimum of
privacy, but having lost their former communities, are compelled to
live an isolated existence. Dwellings are small and thus unsociable.
Even just to talk to
the next-door neighbors requires standing outside on a bare gravel
road. It struck me that we could supply small wooden buildings, places
for people to gather, in a corner of these temporary housing sites,
and I launched a campaign to do so. Soliciting funds from companies
and organizations around the world, the idea is also to have
manufacturers supply the materials free of charge.” (Arch.Daily,
op.cit.)
Toyo
Ito is not only gifted physically in his work, but metaphysical as
well: "Home-For-All” may indeed be a small project, but this
process by which the buildings come to fruition is actually hugely
significant, because it questions the very meaning of ‘individual’
in the modern sense. Since the onset of the modern period,
architecture has been rated highest for its individual originality.
As a result the most primal themes—those of why a building is made,
and for whom—have been forgotten.”
AMEN! But not by Louis Kahn’s
greatest protégé, Ricky Wurman, who in the 1970’s created a
curriculum on architecture for the Philadelphia School System,
currently lost in some long forgotten desk. We must recover it from
ideological collapse of our educational system. Wurman went on to
write a bookshelf of guides to our major cities. Then, he devised
TED, that media genius that used the NPR empty Sundays to remind
thoughtful Americans on why we are foundering!
I’m going to
recommend to Danny Miller, long the silent genius of the Terry Gross
operation, that he get Wurman and Toyo ITO together on TED. We need
their wisdom, not to mention their pizazz. (Go to “ArchitectureDaily” to learn about Toyo Ito’s superbly diverse achievements.)
No SurPrize there!
Another version of this essay is published by Broad Street Review.
Another version of this essay is published by Broad Street Review.
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