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This show suggests in very tangible ways what we might see in architectures future: a paradigm shift that includes the artist/architects control over the whole of their practice. The catalogue notes such utopian models as practice through speculation, wherein architects speculate on land purchase and materials, fully self fund the creative endeavor retaining full vision before sending their love child out to attract someone of common spirit who might acquire and use the space for thought, growth, shelter and pleasure.
Sure its idealistic, and the show does not address how this ideal disjuncture between building and finances might come to pass. Yet the noted architect Schindler, in whose house MAK resides, tried the idea of building his visions on spec; and it is worth looking at. Imagine our architectural horizon if, say, I.M. Pei and Eva Hesse, or Frank Lloyd Wright and Diego Rivera could collaborate without reservation or constraint, and a Rockefeller showed up only after the fact. Trespassing is a joint venture between MAK, the Bellevue Art Museum, curator Cara Mullin, nine artists, and architects Alan Kock and Linda Taalman of the New York firm OpenOffice. In this first of a two part exhibition there are remarkable reconceptions of the dwelling by Jim Isermann, Renée Petropoulos, Jessica Stockholder, and T. Kelly Mason conveyed in drawings, interactive multi media, plans and scale models. The second part of Trespassing, slated to open in May, will feature houses by Kevin Appel, Chris Burden, Barbara Bloom, Julian Opie, and David Reed. The house was chosen as the space because it is so very loaded; we all know it, we all want it to be right, we all have known the lack of its harbor. Further it is an artifact of architectural production with perhaps the least latitude in terms of form and function: a house has got areas for sleeping, eating, convening. The project hoped to shake that formula up. And so it did. Isermann envisions an intimately scaled space with a central courtyard and living areas displaced around it, the highlight being a corrugated yellow roof whose irregular ups and downs unify the ambience, work as a clerestory, and breathe life into static walls. Petropoulis constructs her space as a forest of signs--in the linguistic and literal sense. The space for one or more families would be marked and defined the way a multi-use, polyglot and quintessentially post modern gas station minimart is, not by actual barriers but by dispensers, accoutrements, signage, and spontaneous social configuration. In her vision of a house based on the syntax of a gas station minimart, Petropoulos envisions the fluid functions of her model--nurturance, meeting place, resting spot, trading post, counter-culture haunt--echoed in space markers provided by the designer and arranged by house inhabitants to construct a free floating, ever changing sort of metastructure. Each family or inhabitant could pick and choose the minimart consumer artifacts and self design their space to suit a current need. These designs are not necessarily walls/barriers in the traditional sense. Space here is marked by, say, memory in the case of Barbara Blooms design , or by intangible light passing through transparent panels in Julian Opies modular design [both included in part 2 of the exhibtion--Ed.]. And thats another neat idea raised here: as our physical space contracts, as virtuality and reproduction reconfigure the very meaning of space, as site specificity becomes a greater issue for the artist/architect in dense, diverse urban settings, we will have to redefine our notions of site and enclosure. In these conceptions, space is not always physical (though it can be) but sculptural, composed, constructed, fluid, mental, visual, personally defined, in flux, contextual and as such in perfect step with our experience. Though they raise similar questions, these amazing installations, virtual plans, models, and other artist responses that you will view go beyond conceptual art/architecture works like Rachel Whiteheads casting in solid concrete a discarded Victorian house in the streets of East London. The spaces here are presumably livable solutions, inhabitable spaces where the issues of engineering and function have been seriously considered, however predominately by the right side of the brain. |
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