On drawings - THE TRANSLATION





On Drawings 

Baglivo/Gambardella/Servino
Booklist publisher 2012















A small book born recording a distant dialogue between a group of  friends on facebook. The comparison  is not made on classical architectural grounds but on images and drawings lightly describing an interior path. 
It’s easy to be read, not taking into account the essays, the architects  acts through captions, titles and aphorism, useful instrument to understand the meaning of the drawing itself.
It can be read on completely different ways, building very personal paths, picturing the architecture hidden behind any sign, or simply not thinking about architecture. It’s enough to follow the architect’s thought crossing their gaze or jumping from one chapter to another, endlessly  recomposing our own path. The most interesting thing is that all the material inside the book has been previously published on the social network. All this has started on fb, slowly, day after day, a distant dialogue, plain for all to see. The drawing is not more considered as a personal matter but a performance. The book has come to life as the architects  needs to share some very personal views,  the serial of some representations is not a coincidence, the net nourish continuously itself of words and imagines.
The most interesting thing is trying to understand what change in the architectural drawing when it become from a private gesture to a public one. Once the drawing posted they take a different meaning, because they are enriched on the judgments value, on “like” and "don't like", on the immediate comment. So the new post is not completely free,  but they are growing richer  on meanings both when the sign change and when it doesn’t, the architect react instead of act and acquire self-confidence on his own ideas. In this way the architect is not only drawing , but also writing a  manifest, sometime inventing a style (taking the risk to create a consistent language where adepts cannot always match up.
Going back to the principal actors:






Servino, as I’ve already written in the short comment on Architettura Simplex, enchant us with a series of different technique, reveling a particular interest on the archetype forms and a careful look at the thin edge between architecture and landscape. The architecture dialogue now and then with the existent, the infrastructure and the landscape, the architecture become landscape, infrastructure, structure.
Servino propose a continuity in the different fields, going back to the traditional line of the Italian drawing, switching from the prospective form and colour, to the paste-up.  First of all creating the atmosphere, human being are never there, the emptiness is above all. In this kind of isolation the architecture speaks  a common language.






Baglivo, in the other hand, chose a reality to come to term, the history of his consolidate image, first Piranesi’s prints, then town’s image belonging to the past. Here the absolute form define the urban space, the visions leave any kind of logic reality becoming urban disposal, out and out borders between shape and background between problematic and meaning. The project is not a direct consequence, but come to life with the interpretation.
In the second series of drawing the background is the contemporary. A simple operations of re-sampling, turning iconic buildings and landscapes showing endless possibilities hiding behind reality. A building is always a list of endless solutions. A work where is important the loss of meaning and the  re-defining of the limit between idea and project. Here the technique is cut to the essential, the fundamental aspect is the image’s building as a project. Servino add Baglivo cut, but they both compare, consciously or not on the meaning of architecture, they question before giving an answer.






Gambardella: the drawing as the project is a slow stratification of ideas and sensations, even inserting himself in the Italian tradition line, where the drawing was a fundamental part for the designer determined to follow his own visions. But comparing to the tradition Gambardella has been the first to contaminate his own design with traces of architecture known and unknown. Gambardella does not sample but always compare with something else, as in his own architecture we can see continuity with what it precede and what will succeed. Gambardella never leave the pencil which roll endlessly  in the paper (it’s not by chance that Servino use the fountain pen and Gambardella the roller ball). Here the hand has to be free to roll in the big format paper. Then appears  fragments of photo, architecture, monuments, but also the material which made it.  The big difference with the other two architects is in the materiality, in the ceaseless need of the material in order to build his own visions.
The stones composing the walls, the existent buildings or the imagined one, are dug and put on top of each others, drawing and image are at the same level there is no hierarchy.  The architectures appear in the simplest form but in the same time hiding an unexpected complexity.  The drawing is directly linked to what architecture want to be.
It can be seen as a book of sketches, as an archive of thoughts and models, or it can be read as the crisis picture, which give to architects the time to think, starting again to design.
The book cause me two opposite reactions.
It attract me because I’m interested on the architect’s private visions, which goes behind their well known projects, but in the same time it scares me because it materialize on the net, in a place where the dialogue is limited to the comment or to the judgment.
It would be great if this meeting between friends could be enlarged to other architects, it would be great to organize an exhibition in a real space, it would be great if that could be a starting point and not the arrival.
Thanks then to the three architects for the vision’s gift, because the drawing hide the will and need to carry on talking about architecture and maybe this book tell  an hidden truth.
But the truth doesn’t exist…..and the book has been existing only on my imagination.