Wednesday 29 March 2023

FORMS, FUNCTIONS, & RUINS


Louis Sullivan's edict, Form Follows Function, may now be a cliché that is quoted willy-nilly by folk who know little of its origin, and/or care little about it. The phrase has become so hackneyed, that it is simply dismissed as an odd, outdated irrelevance in today's architectural debate that is happy to indulge in a spate of superfluous hype and florid, hopeful exaggerations that define expectations in words that frequently exceed the experience with poetic attempts seeking to define indulgences that hold a relevance only in the mind's eye of the wilful ‘genius creator’ promoter.



Yet, when a strange object appears in one’s driveway, it is Sullivan’s connection that one uses when trying to decide just what this curious item might be. The quiet question is: what function might this form attend to? One does not ponder the aesthetic connotations.





There were two parts found on the pavement: one was a grubby, worn plastic block with a wire protruding from one end, with a button form on the other. This piece had side snaps that seemed to suggest that the other part might have been its mounting ring. This other piece was a broken, dirty plastic circular form with four plastic snaps on one side. The silicone insert seemed to suggest a weather seal. The idea was tested: yes, the block fitted into this mount, with the seal neatly closing the gap when the items were reassembled; but what was this strange thing? It was clearly electrical. The button end was pressed to see if it rocked on and off as a switch. It moved, but without any conviction or direction. One could assume that it might be a broken switch, but this was not clear.





The objects remained a puzzle. If a switch, then what for? If not a switch, then what? The dirt, grime, and seal suggested some exposure; but where, and what for? The clues did not congeal into any obvious, coherent function. The short cable that plugged into some connection, had a coded sticker on it. While the forms suggested some functions, there was no certain or final outcome. So Google was consulted; what might the code search bring up?





The top code, SX13S236AA, was entered: the response was interesting and definitive: this was a Ford Territory reversing sensor. The irony was that it seems that this sensor did not work, and had fallen out after a decent bump.




Now things all made sense: all details and forms could be related to their functions, even the dirt and grime was now explained, as well as the plug connection that is typical of automotive electrical installations. At least engineering design is rigorous enough to enjoy this Form/Function relationship that architecture has moved on from, into a world of ME fantasies that seek exclamatory visions for slick publications and bespoke praise, using the latest tech available, if only by name. Here everything lies in the message as text that becomes one’s guide for understanding and interpreting the images with the ‘seeing as’ suggestions raising possibilities of perception that can mislead.



Who could ever guess what a Ghery or Hadid building might be; or, in the future as a ruin, might have been without any text? It was Wright who suggested to us that we might gauge architecture with its possibilities for making beautiful ruins when speaking about Taliesin West. In a strange way, the knackered sensor could be seen as a ruin with a hidden message to be deciphered. We should think more about these implications in our architecture; it might make it more articulate; more rigorous.




These ponderings raise another matter to do with the determination of function: that of reuse, of recycling our buildings effectively and efficiently so that they do not become instant, even if beautiful, ruins after the initial performance; something to be forgotten, remaindered, or discarded like this little reversing sensor has been. We need to think seriously about re-functioning forms and their pieces instead of being bedazzled by our own, bespoke cleverness that is presented as the final, unique, unalterable statement - something special and singular, defining and declaring MY genius.



Alas, this too shall pass, so thought is required: see - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_too_shall_pass

Sic transit gloria mundi . . . https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sic_transit_gloria_mundi  

Thus passes the glory of the world.


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