Good morning my name is Ananth and I am a fifth year student. hah
My project is titled Between Mind and Matter.
Architecture manifests in an endless negotiation between what we imagine, and what we build. If we consider the “built” as a mere representation of what we draw, where then are the grounds for real architecture, and what is the role of the architect in this mediation?
This project seeks to re-assemble lost architecture and its architect by addressing the un-built ground that drifts between what we imagine and create, draw and build, our mind and matter.
Tatlin’s tower is arguably one of the most recognizable un-built monuments. So iconic that it’s presence feels physical. Choosing Tatlin as a precedent was to discern the archetypal visionary project- one that is polemic in its outset, transcending time and its own architect, to become a platform for present and future architectural discourse.
The tower however was not built, and what was left of it were just two simplistic elevations, but its presence in our world still resounds. Where then does the tower exist? Defining this un-built ground occupied by the tower began with the reconstruction of Tatlin himself; the grounds he occupied, the roles he dawned and the events that built up his life. The tower was collapsed in anecdotes and memories deeply entwined with its architects subjectivities.
The magic lantern- an 18th century theatre trick, was a way of collapsing the many parts of the tower, back into the context of its architect. Breaking Tatlin down into his four personas was only to gradually, re- assemble the tower, grounding it in specific circumstances. The mast of a ship that Tatlin sailed, whilst a sailor, would become the symbolic, inclined column of the tower.. so on and so fourth, each piece of the tower was echoed in a set in Tatlin’s theatre, until the final stage sees the architect made redundant, engulfed by his own failed inventions, as the vision lived on. This vision, like many other unbuilt projects drift in flux between their inception and their inability to be realised.
94 years later, the architect awakens from a dream to find that sleep has never really come. Still preoccupied by appearance rather than substance, he watches from the ground as a plane takes off, but Tatlin’s tower still remains unbuilt.
When human endeavour has made planes fly, and ships sail, why does architecture still struggle to occupy, arguably the most basic surface, the ground? Beneath the veneer of the new is an all too familiar world. All appears different, yet is in fact the same. Tatlin’s tower still cannot be built as we happily settle for mediocrity,( in the form of its re-make in the RA in 2012).
To be continued into my plan and its images.