Faith is the light of time, it alone recognizes the truth without seeing it, touches what it can not feel, looks upon this world as though it did not exist, sees what is not apparent. When souls are given the understanding of faith, god speaks to them through all creation, and the universe becomes for them a living testimony which the finger of god continually traces before their eyes, the record of every passing moment, a sacred scripture. It is an abstraction.. in which souls can discover the key to all its mysteries. The Sacrament of the Present Moment, 1741, Fr.Jean-Pierre De Caussade
When I entered a prominent school of architecture I was young idealist bent on saving the world through design. The intellectual games of architecture took over my thinking, and I gained an understanding of volume, light, diagram, and detail that led me into the world of white modern architecture, devoid of texture. European modernism was all the rage, important to the powers that be, but never a big seller among the general populace. Starting my own practice I was torn between the false need for critical acclaim and the sense of home I had always appreciated as a child.
In school I had been one of the few supporters of the importance of the work of Frank Lloyd Wright, an architect the intelligencia didn’t know how to categorize. Modern in planning and volume, but loaded with texture and decoration, the conceptual aspect of the work was what inspired many modern architects. I always believed that the texture of the materials, expression of the structure, and manipulation of light and view showed Wright’s true brilliance. It is what made his houses into homes.
One of the tenets of modern architecture since the beginning of the last century has been that “the house is a machine for living” as stated originally by LeCorbusier. This has turned the modern design process into one of simple problem solving and engineering lacking in the emotional and spiritual connection required to make great architecture. The emotions and artistic talents of the architect have been removed from the process. The building has made the transition from experience to object and the spirit has been lost.