Archive for January, 2012
I am an architect… or am I There was a time we built with materials Now we put together products Let me explain Metal is metal Until you panelize, standardize Make it a kit and systemize Box it up, ship it out, this is it, its what you get Comes in gray, white, and red Play with the colors, the sizes, and pretend you design It bothers me, no angers me, no… it appalls me That this is a an industry of off the shelf A library of pre-designed, and redesigned Assembled for the lowest denominator Reassembled by the lowest bidder Available to everyone, low cost, and easy to put together Making it all the same glass wall extruded aluminum Storefront… system… installed… not built It’s time to realize its wasteful, disgraceful Overbearingly distasteful To use our talents putting in these products These predesigned, copy and pasted, already annotated System of parts and pieces, its easy, its plug and play The installer can do it, I know they can Their paid for and certified, there is no one better It’s on the label “Certified product installer” To install the same prefabbed structures in Boston, Phoenix, and Beijing… Because a city is a city… right? What I am talking about isn’t a builder A builder is a craftsman Skills painstakingly perfected over time Honed to make their material work just right To be beautiful, as designed, and in the plan It’s right there! I took the time! I specified the local species Cut to this length, built to this height, cantilevered this much MY DESIGN! Dictated only by the environment And not some pre-determined panel size The architect specified the material It’s raw, it’s unchanged, the craftsman hand awaiting Harvested nearby, so the building is vernacular Feels it belongs, a member of its locality To be of the place it’s built and stands And if it isn’t a builder that I speak of And these aren’t materials that we work with Then I am not the master builder and I am certainly no architect.