What is the Thinking Hand in Architecture (and why we, as architects, must defend the natural slowness and diversity of experience) #ilmaBlog #Discourse #Theory #Architecture #Design

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2009 Book, The Thinking Hand written byArchitect Juhani Pallasmaa

In The Thinking Hand, Architect Juhani Pallasmaa reveals the miraculous potential of the human hand. He shows how the pencil in the hand of the artist or architect becomes the bridge between the imagining mind and the emerging image. The book surveys the multiple essences of the hand, its biological evolution and its role in the shaping of culture, highlighting how the hand–tool union and eye–hand–mind fusion are essential for dexterity and how ultimately the body and the senses play a crucial role in memory and creative work. Pallasmaa here continues the exploration begun in his classic work The Eyes of the Skin by further investigating the interplay of emotion and imagination, intelligence and making, theory and life, once again redefining the task of art and architecture through well-grounded human truths.

Pallasmaa notes that, “…architecture provides our most important existential icons by which we can understand both our culture and ourselves. Architecture is an art form of the eye, the hand, the head and the heart. The practice of architecture calls for the eye in the sense of requiring precise and perceptive observation. It requires the skills of the hand, which must be understood as an active instrument of processing ideas in the Heideggeran sense. As architecture is an art of constructing and physical making, its processes and origins are essential ingredients of its very expression…”

Linking art and architecture he continues, “…as today’s consumer, media and information culture increasingly manipulate the human mind through thematized environments, commercial conditioning and benumbing entertainment, art has the mission to defend the autonomy of individual experience and provide an existential ground for the human condition. One of the primary tasks of art is to safeguard the authenticity and independence of human experience.”

Pallasmaa asserts that,

“Confidence in future architecture must be based on the knowledge of its specific task; architects need to set themselves tasks that no one else knows how to imagine. Existential meanings of inhabiting space can be articulated by the art of architecture alone. Thus architecture continues to have a great human task in mediating between the world and ourselves and in providing a horizon of understanding in the human existential condition.

The task of architecture is to maintain the differentiation and hierarchical and qualitative articulation of existential space. Instead of participating in the process of further speeding up the experience of the world, architecture has to slow down experience, halt time, and defend the natural slowness and diversity of experience. Architecture must defend us against excessive exposure, noise and communication. Finally, the task of architecture is to maintain and defend silence. The duty of architecture and art is to survey ideals and new modes of perception and experience, and thus open up and widen the boundaries of our lived world.”

(Source: https://www.wiley.com/en-us/The+Thinking+Hand%3A+Existential+and+Embodied+Wisdom+in+Architecture-p-9780470779293)

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The ‘Allegory of the Cave’

The Allegory of the Cave is a story from Book VII in the Greek philosopher Plato‘s masterpiece The Republic, written in 517 BCE. It is probably Plato’s best-known story, and its placement in The Republic is significant, because The Republic is the centerpiece of Plato’s philosophy, and centrally concerned with how people acquire knowledge about beauty, justice, and good. The Allegory of the Cave uses a metaphor of prisoners kept chained in the dark to explain the difficulties of reaching and sustaining a just and intellectual spirit.

The ‘Allegory Of The Cave‘ is a theory put forward by Plato, concerning human perception. Plato claimed that knowledge gained through the senses is no more than opinion and that, in order to have real knowledge, we must gain it through philosophical reasoning.

Plato’s “The Republic Book 7” ‘On Shadows and Realities in Education

As our interaction with technology accounts for more of each day, I cannot help but wonder if our perceptions of reality will shift as a civilization. What is real and what is an illusion?

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Ignite and Soar by @FrankCunhaIII

As the intense passion of one’s soul ignites a tiny little spark in youth, it remains hidden in our own heart waiting for a special moment in time when it can be set free, perhaps a time when we are more mature and ready for the responsibility that comes from our untethered energy fueled by love, lust, and passion for one’s true destiny, as one continues to seek and find one’s self, in oneself, establishing ourselves and recreating one’s infinite identity uncensored through time and space, encouraging others to do the same, creating an uncontrollable fire so intense that it engulfs all other matter in a way unknown to our fellow human beings, which creates an entirely new world filled with love, hope, joy, as well as wealth and health for all our brothers and sisters, as we continue to search for our own self identity in others, it is deeply buried in our own heart and soul, suppressed by the firefighting bureaucrats that remain in control until this very moment of undeniable ignition, this moment in time.  Created in our thought in youth, now realized at the appropriate time, when nothing else can be lost, we have everything to gain and conquer.  All I ask of you now is to assist me by blowing ever so gently, yet intensely into my sails as I lift up high above this earth, and I promise to do the same for you.  This journey is not one that we can go on alone, although it is in this state of loneliness from which we enter and depart this cold world.  We long for those brief moments in our lives when we touch others in ways which cannot be described here (but I know you know what I’m talking about).  In these moments we find our life, our eternal flame which can never be put out, less of all by them, and as they continue to try, they soon find that the flame is ignited even brighter and much, much stronger with the help of our true friends.  You know who you are and I’m eternally grateful for your love and support and want you to know when you feel most alone, you can feel my warm breath of love and encouragement for you, because although we are born and die alone, there are these few moments when we truly connect with a special few people, you know who you are.  Ignite the fire within and have the strength and courage to be you, I will help lift you high in flight to help you soar, higher and higher, as we learn to live the life we should, when we follow that tiny little spark created a long time ago. That is who you are, this is who I am.  Individually, we succeed, moment to moment, but together we build a fire so intense that no army can fight, the spark of love will light our way and lift our souls, glory and gratitude transform, hearts soar. Be true to your soul and let your flame guide your way upward beyond the clouds.

(Photo “Above the Moon You Can Soar!” taken by Frank Cunha III on January 18, 2010)

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Architecture in Motion

Riverside Museum by Zaha Hadid Architects

When I think of the “flow” of a space the first image to come to mind is the motion of the occupant and how he or she experiences the space.  Of course the building itself (and/or site) can have a flow as well (visual flow) both outside with the facade (think strong horizontal/vertical features, or curved forms of aluminum panels for example) or inside with the finishes (think flow of flooring material/texture from one space to another), but to me the perception of the space through movement has a greater impact on the occupant’s perception and experience of the space.  If the “space” is correctly designed by someone who understands the flows of a particular building type, it will certainly make for a joyous experience for the occupant.  When this not the case the occupant will feel uneasy and will not be able to have a pleasant experience.  A seasoned designer will be able to work simultaneously in plan and section to develop a design concept that will result in proper flow for the type of function being asked of the space that he/she is creating.  When the layout of the space, the material/textures used, the colors used, the use of light, and the flow of movement of  are properly executed the space just feels right.

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Attention Deficit Disorder – Designing Every 2 to 3 Minutes

A.D.D. may be over diagnosed these days (especially in schools), but during Architecture School one of my professors wanted my friend to see how long I could stay at my drafting table (remember those? I’m dating myself here, although my class may have been one of the last to use them).  After a few minutes I would get restless, now with social media I can work on several things at once which satisfies the A.D.D.

What we discovered (after several all-nighters) was a direct link between where I lived and the airplane “noise” I would hear subconsciously (after living under the flight zone my entire life my consciousness had completely tuned it out).  I used the timing of the flights (every 2 to 3 minutes) to help inform my Architectural design theories.  For example;

Recording Apparatus

New York City Recording Apparatus

Here is a map of where I grew up:

Where I grew up and lived for close to 30-years

A Closer Look

Perhaps this helps shed some light on how I operate!

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Eleven: Night’s Illusions

Night’s Illusions

It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion

Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman’s beauty never grows old

The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?

Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?

Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I’ll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Nine: Looking Back

Looking Back

We had met over space and time
Meeting as life does in it’s rhythm of rhyme

I didn’t know him at first
He wouldn’t stop, expressing a thirst

Something about him drew him to me
It was like he was looking right straight through me

Seven thousand miles and a million years
As I look back in my memory, I remember tears

It was a love that wasn’t meant to be
The kind of love only expressed by strong affinity

Still I feel I can see him behind me
Slowly walking up to touch me

I shiver with thrill
Until I remember it isn’t real

But the pictures is clear
In my heart, he will always be near.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Eight: Sunset


Sunset

Sparks fly,
The glow of the sunset penetrated the unfinished dome,
An amulet for luck on her breast made of chrome,
Quick breaths heave from her chest when she sees him near,
The woman he loves has come to see him here,
This time it will be different because it is known,
Her love is true, he has come to know that it has grown,
They made something together piece by piece,
The foundation stone has been set,
He knew it was meant to be since the first day they met,
Her neck so soft, her hair wrapped high,
Her lips all a quiver, eyes like waves reflected in the clear blue sky,
Made him thirst for another embrace,
His heart pumped up and started to race,
She waited for the glow to come to a still,
That moment when the dusk sets in and the nighttime begins.

[end]

Artwork & Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Five: The Letter

The Letter

The rain fell long and hard and oh so cold,
The evening clouds dark and gray,
He had to see her right away,
So in love with her, head over heels
Let her know just how he feels,
She left him there in the rain and in the cold,
Could her soul be so bold?
Her heart was empty and her eyes were shy,
She thought she would die,
She Loved him too, with all her heart, but–
He did not know how complicated it might be,
He just thought of her and it made him glee,
She could not let him know the truth, At least not yet.

She knew one day she’d make it right,
But for now she had to fight,
The time had come, no more delay,
Although she knew his Love might stray,
Got there just in time and let her know,
He could not deny his love would grow,
Her eyes lit up, her head tilted low,
She looked away, and then he left her there,
They both knew they made a perfect pair,
One day,
The timing would be right,
But tonight it did not feel right.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Four: The Arrival — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone

The Arrival

From a thousand miles they came to see the show,

The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,

The lights shown bright, oh what a sight,

They sat snuck together, nice and tight,

It felt right after such a long flight,

Try not to think of saying good night.

Just sit right back and enjoy the view,

Cause they all knew, these days are few,

Just sit right back and enjoy the craze,

Before the velvet curtains are raised,

The soft white snow began to accrue,

No one cared, they weren’t subdued,

They all knew, these days are few,

They laughed and mused at the stage anew,

The greatest show of their age revived,

Just then they knew they had arrived,

Buzz— Swoosh— Boo—

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by:  Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry

The Arrival

They came from many miles around to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, what a sight,
They sat close together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of when it is time to go,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
They all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
Before the velvet curtains drew,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t scared,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage,
The greatest show of their age,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Moo—
[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Three: Waiting for the Rain

Waiting for the Rain

It was a cold November day in New Jersey
Ana Belle was waiting on the rain
Not a cloud in the sky
Had she been in California,
no one would have blinked an eye.

But New Jersey,
What was she thinking
Waiting on the rain
Clearly visible against blue sky
The crowd begins to form

Excitement was growing
They thought she was going,
That she was going to die
But with a blink of the eye
She gave a pretty wave

Her smile lit up the sky
Even far below, all could see
The lady just enjoyed being free
And Free she was for all to see
A charming sight to break the calm

For Ana Belle, it was just another day
A day of freedom against an open sky
Waiting for the rain on a perfectly clear day
Asked about it, she replied “What can I say?
I’m as free as I can create.” It started to rain.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts 
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Two: Hot Desiree

Hot Desiree

I watched her walk up feeling the affinity
She was young and showing plenty
A very attractive hot little lass
Warm to look at, with a cute little…

A woman no less, not a girl child
She was strutting her stuff, strutting with style
Her garb was cut to pull attention
Her beauty needed no mention

She was the very center of attraction
Her presence alone caused a warm reaction
The men couldn’t seem to look away
You could tell this beauty made it that way

No sag anywhere in sight
This young lady was right
Some man was going to get lucky some day
This delicious morsel would make it that way

Ah but a sight
Warms one with delight
Too bad I couldn’t stay
And watch her all day.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Photo of the Day


A New Hope
Being an Architect I am hopeful that the reconstruction at ground zero will bring HOPE
not only to New Yorkers but also to all Americans. As the buildings at the WTC site are rebuilt one
piece at a time so will our shattered soul as a collective consciousness be pieced back together. 


[Isms] A Quote I Heard Once

“An Owner wants the most for the least, the Contractor wants to do the least for the most, and the Architect/Designer wants the most for the most.”

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