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Tuesday, 16 May 2017

PETER RICE – ALL ABOUT DETAILS


Peter Rice is a name and a reputation known well throughout the architectural world. His work is legendary. So it is that a brief reminder of his life and work is all that is required by way of introduction. Wikipedia presents it most succinctly:



Rice (left) with Piano (standing centre)

Peter Rice (16 June 1935–25 October 1992) was an Irish structural engineer. Born in Dublin, he grew up in 52 Castle Road, Dundalk, in County Louth, and spent his childhood between the town of Dundalk, and the villages of Gyles’ Quay and Inniskeen. He was educated at the Queen’s University of Belfast where he received his primary degree, and spent a year at Imperial College, London. Rice acted as Structural Engineer on three of the most important architectural works of the 20th century: the Sydney Opera House (with Ove Arup), Pompidou Centre, and the Lloyd’s Building and was renowned for his innate ability to act as both engineer and designer.







He originally studied Aeronautical Engineering but switched to Civil Engineering. Taken on by Ove Arup & Partners, his first job was the roof of the Sydney Opera House. He married Sylvia Watson in 1965 and they had one son and three daughters. Jonathan Glancey in his obituary said "Rice was, perhaps, the James Joyce of structural engineering. His poetic invention, his ability to turn accepted ideas on their head and his rigorous mathematical and philosophical logic made him one of the most sought-after engineers of our times".





He believed the best buildings result from the symbiotic relationship between the architect and the engineer where the engineer is the objective inventor and the architect the creative input. He found the Anglo Saxon understanding of the work of an engineer restrictive and preferred the French and Italian interpretation of the role.





Among the notable buildings on whose design he worked are the Centre Pompidou, the Sydney Opera House, Lloyd’s of London, the Louvre Pyramid, the Mound Stand at Lord’s Cricket Ground, Kansai International Airport and Stansted Airport.





In 1992 he was the second engineer to be awarded the Royal Gold Medal for Architecture by the Royal Institute of British Architects, (the first was Ove Arup), and the second Irishman after Michael Scott. The award is conferred by the Sovereign annually for work which has "promoted, either directly or indirectly, the advancement of architecture."










He was diagnosed with a brain tumour in 1991 and died the following year aged 57. A sign has been put up outside his childhood home, 52 Castle Road, Dundalk, County Louth, saying "Birthplace of Peter Rice, Engineer, 1935 – 1992". The plaque was erected privately by the (then) Dundalk Town Architect, Mr Paul Clancy.

No further detail, analysis, comment, or review is required. One can recommend his autobiography: Peter Rice, An Engineer Imagines, Artemis, London, Zurich, Munich, 1994. Peter Rice tells his story with the same love and care that he gave to everything. A few notes were taken during the read because of their importance. These clarify his ideas precisely, and need to be considered and reconsidered by all. They require no further remarks, being subtle, sensitive, and to the point. One can understand how this engineer can be so admired by architects.







p. 26 Often it is the expressiveness of the jointing which humanizes the structures and gives them their friendly feel.
p. 27 We argued that in a design like ours, (Beaubourg), it was all in the detailing.
p. 30 The scale of the Centre Beaubourg would be the scale of the pieces rather than the scale of the whole.
p. 44 . . . we were shouting across an impenetrable wall, with each of us drawing the conclusions we wanted from the discussion.
p. 67 . . . the remoteness and detachment of age, the distillation of wisdom and purpose which old people embody.
p. 77 A building does not have to be made of brick or stone to achieve this (tactile feeling), but rather it is the honesty and immediacy in the use of its principal materials which determines its tactile quality.
p. 78 . . . I believe that the primary quality that makes the built environment tactile is evidence that people have participated in its construction.
The search for the authentic character of a material is at the heart of any approach to engineering design. . . . one should not invent and innovate just for its own sake. Innovation should have a real purpose and be contributing to the project. . . . I do not believe that economy and innovation are necessarily incompatible.
p. 85 Every bolt, every joint counts.
p. 154 . . . we invariably think too big today.
p. 127 - 132. The Critic and the Photograph - (note: a very perceptive overview)
p. 129 At all levels therefore the photograph has had a detrimental effect on the development of architecture and its appreciation by the public. The photograph is such a ubiquitous element of modern life that many people presented with something, particularly something of a certain size, instinctively compose the photograph in their minds rather than examine its reality.






Renzo Piano & Peter Rice circa 1982
P.S.
A Postscript is required:
There is a problem with a photograph in this publication. The photograph, Riding the tube at Lyon, in the collection of images on the strangely un-numbered pages at the very end of the book, reproduces the image sideways! The publisher's note on the last page records that the book was 'prepared for publication after Peter Rice's death.' This little piece of carelessness is a sad disappointment, because Peter Rice was always careful with the details. The book could have been titled All About Details.

Tuesday, 23 March 2021

THE ALLURE OF THE PHOTOGRAPH



Sunita had invited registrations for her Shetland concert online. Given these Covid times, this occasion was going to be a YouTube event. The concept was similar to the performance put on some months ago by the Canadian singer/song writer, J.P. Cormier who wanted to do something for Shetland after the cancellation of the Folk Festival in 2020. His memorable evening is still on YouTube for folk to watch. Sunita and her husband have been renovating one of the oldest homes on Unst, the most northerly of Shetland's islands - Hamars at Haroldswick. The concert was to be produced on Unst on Saturday 19 September 20 starting at 7:00pm. Sunita Staneslow plays the harp. The evening was going to be one of traditional music, with the harp accompanied by a fiddle played by Angela Fraser.



J.P. Cormier




The programme started on time, with a colourful countdown. One was surprised at the marvellous sound of the harp with the fiddle. It was nice to hear traditional music, especially the old Unst tunes. One forgets how local music once was, being repeatedly surprised by the regional characteristics of Shetland, how such small areas had specific music, songs, stories, and crafts. Unst was famous for its shawls, so fine that they could be pulled through a wedding ring. Even the crofts within the small regional zones were specialised: some knitted shawls, others gloves, others under garments, all as identified in the census information.


Unst shawl



Throughout the concert, images of Unst were interwoven with the music and the vision of the performing musicians, perhaps to give the occasion some context and character; most of the music is, after all, place specific, so why not show the place that it originated in. At the end of the forty minutes playing, a set of photographs of Unst was presented as a slide show until the 'Hamars & Harp' evening was closed down. We found ourselves on Unst, looking at photographs of Unst, the seas, the skies, the hills, enjoying the traditional fireside game of working out the location of each image as it came up on the screen. Landscape is such a core element of Shetland that folk love the challenge of recognising places which, to those not familiar with the islands, all look the same treeless hills: see - https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2015/12/remembering-landscape-spirit-of-place.html




What was interesting was the discovery of just how marvellous, how alluring, the images were; how the photographs made one feel about place; how they made one desire it as an ideal: and yet we were there! We were sitting in our lounge chairs with our tablets on our laps, drooling over images of locations just outside, and yet the admiration was as if these places were on the other side of the world. In spite of being there, the photographs stimulated a secret yearning, a desire to experience this wonder that we enjoyed every day - this is the authority of the photograph that creates a dissatisfaction with reality, with the promise of something better; suggesting some elusively attractive ideal.









Once photography was used to inform, to reveal. Consider the iconic Atget images of early Paris, its places and its people; and the Vietnam war, the shocking images that exposed the horrors. Now we are able to 'shop' the images, literally, and change anything into something iconic, wondrous; something to be envied; shaping a new but impossible perfection made available now. It is a 'decorative' strategy that only raises phantom expectations that encourage us to desire, to want to see this wonder everywhere; to expect it. This stance transforms tourism; travelling is no longer the great revelation of discovery; rather it can be described as serial disappointments as the drooled-over, ideal images become 'smelly, dirty' places located in 'messy' regions filled with 'strange' things, people and practices that all fail to offer the secure comforts of the cosy armchair visions created at home by the perused promotional booklets. So it is that tourists are offered a growth in extremes that become increasingly exotic and extreme with time, as if to replicate the 'high' of the photographic viewing; presented perhaps as a diversion, or as a compensation for the despondency and distress of the depression of missing out: see - https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-mind-of-tourist.html The disappointments are usually expressed with the "Who would have thought that 'x' would be like this?"






We have been brainwashed by the photograph, conditioned in our reading of it. It is a circumstance that is involved in architecture too, similarly generating unrealistic visions that just never are, with images so potent that they are enthused and fussed over, and sought out as ideals to be replicated. One should read Peter Rice’s chapter on photography in An Engineer Imagines – see https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2017/05/peter-rice-all-about-details.html His is a very important 'insiders' review of the photograph and the architect. The power of the photograph is a serious concern. Our lives are dominated by the photographic image; what fantasies are generated and formulated in our enthusiasm for this technology that is now in everyone’s pocket, available always and immediately? We assume we are the luckiest people ever, having technologies that can store thousands of images as stills or videos on an item smaller than a postage stamp; and we can print or send these shots in a flick and a flash - perpetuating what?







Maybe we need to get back to a pre-photographic world, not for any nostalgic reason, but simply so that we might learn again to experience the world around us with feeling eyes, curious minds, and sensuous bodies; get to know it again, sensing things as they are in their everyday richness, even with a heavy heart, rather than living in a plastic-wrapped fantasy world we are made to want to believe in, seeking constant delight: if only. Photography allows us to see nature only as amazing curiosities, fascinating intrigues that entertain and distract, making us feel comfortable and satisfied while flora and fauna are disappearing every day, extinct forever. The selected, perfect, idealised photographic image has removed every subtly sensitive response, turned it into an indulgence, transforming the world into a spectacle for entertainment, personal enjoyment: “Like!” Photographic competitions only encourage these 'special' ways of seeing too, with awards and praise given to the most stunning, surprisingly stark images.











When might we see a rose again; a leaf? When might hills be truly inspirational once more, instead of stimulating a mindless grab for the camera? Would we ever think of apologising to the cattle killed for our food as the hunter of old did, out of a general respect for our world and the awareness of our actions on it? What engagement do we have with life and its living? Technology has distracted us, turned us into 'clever,' cold, calculating bodies just too keen to play with gadgets, blind to the enchantment of our natural world, and its potential enrichment.








Photography diffuses the struggle to be ordinary, everyday, diminishing this special necessity with false promises of the possibilities of all things grand and glorious that encourage bespoke performance and difference in self-importance - “WOW!” “Look at ME!” - while dismissing all hopes of contentment. It stimulates the single, unforgiving desire to experience only slick, sleek, clean perfection, making even a flower lesser; a landscape a disappointment; turning being there into a depressing let down. In architecture one is encouraged to expect the crisp, spatial voids with carefully placed pieces photographed with framed, angled precision, as an ideal when life is fundamentally messy, ad hoc, full of things unexpected, all as seen by ‘Street View’ eyes that are not selective or stylishly choosy.









With apologies to William Blake:

To see the whole world as a photograph;

To see one's self dwelling heroically.



P.S. Sunita's concert can still be seen on YouTube, along with her other events.



See: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2020-09-21/2020-primetime-emmys-awards-red-carpet-virtual-looks/12683922 for the role of photography today. Images like this go global and are flicked through and instantly assessed - liked or disliked - ready to move on to the next envy-inducing 'fix' - see: https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2018/12/graphics-making-zombies-with-spirit-of.html.