DUOMO DI MILANO, between past present and future.
Second prize, Archindependence day Competition, Disordinedegliarchitetti 2018.
Sketching our homes is the one thing we can do during the isolation due to the pandemy.
It is an extremelly reductive condition, but nonetheless one that opens the mind to new horizons.
The suspended time experience can bring a kind of silence we actually need, deep inside ourselves. We understand our intimate space deeper than we ever had time to.
Drawings made during the #SketchmobItalia's #iorestoacasa Sketchmobs, 2020.
Artificial Intelligence Meets Palladio
COMPLEC/CITY - Anticipating the impact of Artificial Intelligence on cities and buildings.
The Built Environment has grown to a remarkable complexity through the history, and its intricacy goes now to levels that rival with natural environments.
This process has been accelerated by the Numeric Revolution of the recent decades.
The cityscape will most probably be further affected by the introduction on large scale of Artificial Intelligence.
As Architecture has always been an expression of the overall society – in its social, environmental, and technological approach – it is very probable that it will also change a lot, even if its most basic functions will remain the same.
This series of drawings continues the theme first developed in YOU DIDN'T WIN MR. HAUSMANN and GROWTH OVER GROWTH and tries to anticipate how this could happen.
Out of depression or The Negative Island.
Depression - as far as I can understand it - sends you to your own, interior island, all dark and hopeless.
To get to this island, you fall.
This island is closest than the corner of this very room, however it is the farthest island possible.
The Island has smooth, transparent, inverse walls. Concrete. You are completely isolated. Alone. The flow of life goes on around you, but has no meaning and brings no joy anymore.
After ages of darkness you notice some faint light up above, and with infinite patience you start to climb stairs, cross obscure labyrinths, jump above black pits and walk up, always up, along endless corridors and step after step the faint light grows somehow brighter and brighter and ooops, all of a sudden here you are, you feel again the breeze and the sun and the Negative Island is smaller and smaller and finally you are Out of Depression.
…art expresses sentiments, and if architecture is not art, than what it is?