Geaux Saints!

February 7th, 2010 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

Geaux Saints!

nola

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Philosophers Discover New “Green” Power Source

January 28th, 2010 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

4 primum mobile empyreanThe great ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle writes (Metaphysics, XII, 7):

“That a final cause may exist among unchangeable entities is shown
by the distinction of its meanings. For the final cause is (a) some
being for whose good an action is done, and (b) something at which
the action aims; and of these the latter exists among unchangeable
entities though the former does not.
The final cause, then, produces
motion as being loved, but all other things move by being moved.”

It turns out, actually, that love does make the world go round—at least according to the Philosopher.  In fact, in order to solve the world’s growing energy problem, it appears that we can power all things, eternally, by sheer love.

Let me explain further… you be the judge.  Aristotle explains that the Unmoved Mover, what Thomas Aquinas will later associate with God himself, is good, perfect, entirely act (without potency) and unchangeable.  The celestial sphere that is closest (outermost) to the Unmoved Mover—the Primum Mobile—perceives its goodness, beholds it as beautiful, and begins to spin.  For Aristotle, the spheres were in some way intellectual, that is, they could conceive of ideas and desire things.  So, desiring to imitate the perfection of the Unmoved Mover, the Primum Mobile goes “gaga” (to borrow a phrase from an Aquinas Institute professor) and begins to spin interminably.  Why does it spin?  Because when it comes to motion, the circle is the closest one can get to continual, perfect motion: it can go on infinitely, and by rotating, one stays in the same place.  It is the closest that that which is changeable can get to being unchangeable—perfect.

To the point: if we could simply employ the Primum Mobile as the motor for a turbine, the world would be forever powered by love.  The more puppy dogs, babies and dandelions in the world, the more power we would have.  On the other hand, the more talk-show hosts, telemarketers and unfaithful spouses we have: the less power.  Brownouts? Check your moral meter.

Props to Fr. Dominic Holtz, O.P. of The Specious Pedestrian, for helping out with this one.

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Changing Face of Catholic Youth

January 18th, 2010 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

Virgen_de_guadalupe1This just in… at least in my world.

I don’t normally talk about ministry here—it’s true—and maybe I should more often, but this was too amazing for me to pass up.  I wanted to share with “the world” (that is, all 3 of my faithful readers) what I learned this past week.  According to Instituto Fe y Vida (Faith and Life Institute, a highly useful clearing house for information about Hispanic ministry): the majority of Catholic Youth in the United States (ages 0-30) are Hispanic.

You might be thinking big deal, but consider it again.  The majority!  And they are growing.  Seriously.  They generally have larger families and their numbers increase continually through immigration.  Regardless of what you think about immigration laws in this country, this is a huge deal for the Church.  The reality is there, and a lot of organizations have a lot of great stuff on paper (all of our seminarians are supposed to learn Spanish, for instance) but is that happening?

There’s a wonderful opportunity in all of this, for the renewal of religious congregations and their ministries as well as for the possiblity of an influx of vocations—if only we can encourage them before it’s too late.  Consider all the Irish vocations in the U.S. Church of the past, where every 3rd priest was named McDermott!

I’m doing some research about all of this… and hopefully I’ll have some more to say as the semester progresses.

Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patroness of All the Americas… Pray for us.

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Greeks with OCD, or: Why Entasis Matters

January 10th, 2010 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

This past week while in Memphis visiting my family I was pleased as punch to again have the opportunity to give a presentation on Architecture and Church History to Seventh Graders at a nearby Catholic school.  Last year I did the same, only via video-conferencing.  No matter what they tell you, there’s still no technology quite like the real thing of a classroom.

Anywho, the presentation went well, but I came nowhere near finishing in 45 minutes.  Afterwards, (because in Seventh Grade, when the bell rings… the bell rings) I was able to stay and visit with the majority of each of the Church History classes that day (broken into 5 blocks).  Each class had its particular interests, questions and enthusiasm for various aspects of architecture and history, but what stuck around in my mind at the end of the day was the ensuing conversation we had about a question one of the students asked…

You see, I started out talking about the Greeks—everything seems to go back to the Greeks, for better or for worse.  I noted in the presentation that Greek temples like the Parthenon exhibit a slight (or sometimes rather pronounced), but clearly calculated, curvature on their surfaces (columns, stylobate, etc.).  This is called “entasis”.  Now, I was taught that entasis was used to ‘correct’ what the Greeks observed to be an optical illusion: that straight lines, depending on thus and such, can appear to the eye to be curved concavely.  As a remedy, the Greeks, so I learned, designed a slight convex curve into their stylobates and columns.  Likewise, elements placed together at regular interval can appear unevenly spaced at their ends and so the Greeks corrected this by actually spacing the last two columns closer together at the end of a colonnade… and so on and so on—extensive geometric proportions and mathematics were clearly integral in the design of Greek architecture.  Furthermore, the Parthenon is situated on the Acropolis in such a manner that when viewed from the Propylaea it can be observed from the ‘perfect’ perspective such that the depth of the building and the width appear equal despite their obvious difference.  Suffice it to say, the Greeks were highly interested in precision, detail and hardly noticeable effects.

Why?  That was the question the student asked.  Why was this so important to them?  Well, I suppose we can only conjecture, in the end, as to why these seemingly insignificant things ‘mattered’ so much to the Greeks.  It seemed, someone observed, that the Greeks were a bit OCD (obsessive compulsive, that is, not Discalced Carmelites).  My answer was, OK, we can think about it that way… but there’s bound to be a lesson in all of this.  Turns out, the lesson I found was that of “Why is architecture, art, beauty, anything like it, important anyway?”  And what better question to ask at what better place than here?

My answer was simple, but I still stick by it: the Greek’s so-labeled obsession with ‘getting it right’ might be taken in several ways, but I chose to point out that their emphasis on entasis (1) gave an insight into what was most important to them.  Greek philosophy, namely Plato, gave us the One, the Good and the True… the transcendentals, the ‘attributes’ of God… to which we can add beauty because, as St. Thomas Aquinas will direct us, that which is good is pleasing to ‘apprehend’ (i.e., behold, see, hear, experience) and thus beautiful.  Now, beauty is a heavily-charged word, but at this point all we need to hang onto is that beauty is related to the transcendentals—those things which we seem to be able to legitimately say that God is. (God is one, God is good, God is true… and likewise, God is beautiful.)

All of this means, for the ancients, beauty was of the gods, beauty was something for the gods.  What appears to our modern minds as OCD-piety was likely to be seen by them as the appropriate reverence due  toward all things divine.  In other words, entasis matters because the gods matter.  The art (music, poetry, great literature, sculpture, architecture, etc.) of a culture tells you what is important to that culture.   That’s a no-brainer, I know.

Now, art is important—it is intrinsically human (but, for an interesting discussion, read this)—and it expresses the deepest desires, fears, hopes, dreams and values of a person, a community, or an entire society.  Thus, that which we do as artists, as imitators of the one true Creator, is fundamental to what it means to be who we are and to express that and develop in understanding that.  It seems right, meet, and just, in fact, that we might be so interested in the intricacies of the things that we do.

Just as ornamentation, in many ways, has been seen as superfluous in the past century-or-so, we can look back at the detail of the ancients and think “wow!” or “why?” or we can say “Why not?”  I question and struggle with my modernist training that says ornamentation is anathema.  I see that the modernists had their own obsession for straight lines and perfect curves, perfectly aligning window shades and soffit corners.  But I’ve also visited a few Modernist buildings—one of my preferred Modernists, Rudolf Schindler and his King’s Road House come to mind—and they are imperfect.  Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater leaks like a sieve, Corbu’s Villa Savoye was a nightmare in a rainstorm, and the King’s Road House couldn’t keep an ice cube warm in the winter time it has so many cracks and gaps and holes.  Their detail is different, but it is ornamentation in its own right.

After all, a bird can make a nest, a termite can build a mound, a gopher can burrow a hole, an ant can dig a tunnel, but only man can build a monument, sculpt a gargoyle, paint a battle scene, make a movie about aliens, or sing an anthem to the abstract concept of a nation or a god.  God, I am beginning to believe, truly is in the details.  Perhaps not in the way that the die-hard modernist might say, but rather, because detail, intricacy, even superfluousness, is at the heart of humanness.  Ornamentation and all the trappings of human life that can appear to be ‘ornamental’, ‘traditional’, or ‘excessive’ speak precisely to what it means to be human: to be able to contemplate the ‘extras’—and by ‘extra’ I mean what goes beyond our daily bread, what goes beyond bread and circus, what goes beyond commuting, texting, and drinking, what goes beyond simply functioning, and into thinking, believing, laughing, praying, and loving.

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(1) That’s right, I just rhymed using the word ‘entasis’.

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Blogroll Update

January 3rd, 2010 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

An addition and some highlights of the blogroll:

A brother of mine from the Southern Province—newly ordained (August 2009) Fr. Gerald Mendoza, O.P.—alerts me to the presence of his blog In Spiritu et Veritate.  Give ‘er a look-see.

And, in the off chance that all my talk about architecture (no, it won’t go away any time soon) has excited your interests in design… take a look at the section I added some time ago: “Blogs about Architecture”.   Pretty self-explanatory.

Especially of note is one that I have taken interest in, but only reading a few times: Architecture and Morality.

Enjoi.

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Everything Changing

December 24th, 2009 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

JesseTreeSpeaking in generalities, while the drastic change in lifestyle and worldview accompanying a first pregnancy may come for a mother at the moment she realizes that she is pregnant, for the father it may not come until he first holds the newborn life in his arms.  In either instance, lives are suddenly and considerably changed, never to fully return as they were before.  Of course, this can be enough to scare just about anyone away from the concept of parenthood. All the same, we face unrecognized changes daily.  We are often unaware, no matter how much Hollywood and the Sci-Fi channel try to remind us, of how our deliberate actions can cause dramatic changes in the “fabric” of history—our own, and that of others.

The word “yes”—whether to a marriage proposal or to the news that one will be the mother of the Savior of the world—is enough to change not only a person, but the world… forever.  The unexpected and irreversible reality of the death of a loved one… or just as well the washing in the waters of baptism, inagurating one forever into the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ; or likewise, the indelible mark left on the soul of one ordained to the priesthood… life changes at a sleight of hand, the pronouncement of a few words, the shifting of one’s eyes, or even the “drop of a hat.”

There is a clever line in Relient K’s song “I Celebrate the Day” that asks the question of the newborn Savior:

And the first breath
that left your lips,
did you know that it
would change this world forever?

What, can you imagine, the air must have tasted like that crisp Bethlehem night when the infant Jesus drew his first breath—a breath that in itself would have been sufficient to save all mankind from sin and death?  It may have reminded him of that first breath of God over the formless waste, the vast coldness of the empty universe, bringing forth life in abundance… that now, aeons later would bring forth a renewing life for all creatures.

The early Church struggled for some time over the question of how God could “suffer”—that is, change—in the humanity of Jesus Christ—if in reality he is God, eternal and unchanging, how can it be that the Son of God, second person of the Holy Trinity, might suffer upon a cross, or even enter the ever-changing world?  It ought to seem rather appropriate to us folk that the word ‘change’ is associated with suffering.  Suffering implies for us passivity, the reception of a burden, a pain, a trouble, a worry, a care.  And the changes in our lives are, perhaps more often than we would prefer, seemingly foisted upon us.  We may comfort ourselves by saying “it is the will of God” or we may get angry and bitter, assuming it is the fault of another, or even ourselves, but either way, we can easily see ourselves as powerless subjects of the willing of God, nature and mankind.

In one fell swoop we can declare that we have unwittingly fallen in love with someone while all the same demanding that marriage must be between two who freely choose to love one another.  Well, who’s in charge, then?  It would seem, then, that marriage is just about two people who are subject to the same kind of change that they didn’t even freely will in the first place!  Of course, on that interpretation, marriage can just as easily end when, unwillingly, people fall out of love.  There must be some element of willing in the life-changing events of our lives, otherwise, we are sad pawns, we are witless puppets.  But, how?

Sometimes life changing moments, foisted or not, are sufficient to change our behavior… more than a few uncommitted men have been turned from a life of immaturity or pleasure seeking by the birth of a child… more than a few have embraced a forgotten faith when they realized that something important was at stake.  “There are no atheists in a foxhole” they say—and if a foxhole is not a world of constant change, I don’t know what is.  Changes can be accepted.  There is always the Serenity Prayer:

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.

It would seem, then, that these foisted, unwilled, often forced changes do have the ability to bring out the best in us.  They ask us to make a decision, to act freely.  Often they prompt us to make drastic changes of our own.  Our culture celebrates those who triumph in the face of insurmountable adversity, and rightly so.  Limbs cut off, speech impediments, language difficulties, mobility lost to illness, disabilities are constantly being overcome and changed into advantages.  Yet we mourn what is lost by change, or what never was and never could be despite our best and strongest willing.

Our can-do America tells us that things can be changed—not too long ago, if you remember, an entire presidential campaign was run based on the word change—and certainly they can.  We seem to celebrate change publically, despite fear of it in our own lives.  Pope Benedict XVI, in his encyclical Spe salvi (Saved by Hope), wrote that the person who lives by true Christian hope, lives differently.  The grief, the remorse, even the regret, at the loss of what was once but now never will be again can never be greater than the joy and excitement produced by the promise of a new life, a different life… the hope that life can be different, that things can be done better… that things can change, that people can change, that the world, indeed, can and has changed in the birth of Jesus Christ, eternal Son of the eternal Father, changing, turning, drawing, all things to himself.

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Thinking Post-PoMo, or the “Organic” Revolution

December 17th, 2009 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

More than three years ago, when I finished my Master’s thesis for architecture, I decided that I would never talk about it again… I actually went so far as telling job interviewers that they could read about it in my portfolio, but that I did not want to explain it to them (and they still hired me)!

Well, in this exclusive, I’m going to break the silence. You see, I’ve noticed more and more through this field-switch of my own—from architecture to theology and philosophy—that the cultural and intellectual crisis (or movement, or development, depending on your own  opinions) that I perceived through the lens of architecture, surely enough, can be observed in other fields as well.

pompidou1In other words, let us begin with some of my thesis research.  Some background is necessary at first.  In the “world” of architecture, there are more than a handful of architects interested in some edgy stuff in the way of what is called ‘programming’.  If you remember, Louis Sullivan (1856-1924), author of one of the world’s first “skyscrapers”—the Wainwright Building here in St. Louis—and the hand behind the pen of the phrase “form ever follows function,” gave voice to the ideas that would take the world of architecture by a Modernist storm.  Though Sullivan died almost a century ago, his words ring out through history.  Sullivan’s intentions in these words were most certainly other than what they are often taken to mean today, and yet they are but the first whisper of what would become a great cry against sentimental aesthetics.

Form following function, indeed, is no “new” idea.  The form of any created artifact with a functional intention is inevitably dictated by its purpose.  To separate the two is to render the work impotent—like making a chair out of sugar cubes or glass shards.  But Sullivan’s Modernist successors would construe his words to demand the stripping of anything ’superfluous’ of structure and function from buildings.  If you don’t believe me, just ask Renzo Piano and Richard Rogers about their Centre Pompidou (pictured above right).  Now, granted, Pompidou is a bit tongue-in-cheek, and a better example would perhaps be the sleek and orthogonal steel, glass and concrete of the international style, but the point is that this over-emphasis on function dictating the shape and appearance of buildings came to a head in the last century and carried itself over even into the Postmodern styles of the latter half.

This denuding of ornamentation was exemplified by later iconic statements such as “less is more” and surely enough, “God is in the details”.  Both quotes end up exulting the details themselves as a kind of obsessive-compulsive ornamentation: Mies van der Rohe’s designs were extremely difficult to execute because of their precision.  They can appear, to the uninitiated eye, as rather bleak, sterile, elitist… or simply ugly.

campus-iitConsider Mies’ campus design for Illinois Institute of Technology (pictured at left) which is exemplary of the fusing of the German Bauhaus and international style in the United States.  The drawing itself speaks volumes about Modern architecture’s presumptuous intentions: the rectangular and simple buildings seem to float like dominoes on an air hockey table, rising up above their grungy neighborhood surroundings like the architectural liberator of Chicago.

207aSee also Le Corbusier’s Plan Voisin (pictured at right) for urban Paris which planned to replace entire sections of the city’s landscape with an entirely new and much larger-scale project composed of glass cruciform skyscrapers surrounded by highways, parks and airstrips (and this is philosophically telling: Corbu’s skyscrapers were called none other than CARTESIAN sky-scrapers!).  The parks are meant to re-introduce the human scale—how lovely.    Each ‘function’ or ‘program’ (that is, use of a space) is segregated and neatly packed into a glass box.  All of this was done with the automobile, the true motor behind architectural modernism, in mind.  Most of the 20th century hero architects, like Wright, Corbu and Mies, had some forays into massive urban planning (daydreaming about cities of the future) especially funded by none other than—drumroll—automobile manufacturers (hey, architects got to eat too).  For more on Corbu and technology, read my post “Because Writing the Word Modernism Is Fun…

Now, it’s true, I’ve been really down on Mies van der Rohe and Corbu up to this point—but, that’s what blogs are supposed to do, right, be critical?  But, I have a point in all this, so bear with me.  At this point, I want to focus more closely on the design for IIT’s campus because it contains within it a paradigmatic building for Modernism, and even contemporary state-of-the-art architecture, and… inevitably my thesis.

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe’s design for the architecture school building at IIT’s campus, S. R. Crown Hall (pictured at left), consists of two levels, the upper level being an entirely open and column-free space for architecture studios.  It was called a “universal space”.  This was achieved by way of steel trusses spanning over the roof (see the beams that seem to pop up over the building?).  Now, the structure is clear, the function is clear, the intention is crystal-clear.  The building, I can’t deny, is marvellously executed.  But here’s the crux of this post (I know, 12 minutes later)… Mies’ “universal space”, entirely open, free to interpretation, without limits in its use, is the beginning of something entirely different for architecture.

layout_reviewiiWhich leads me to my thesis (finally, you say).  It should come as no surprise that my thesis bordered more on urbanism than architecture, or rather, it was precisely that no-man’s-land between the human scale of architecture and the communal scale of urbanism that attracted me.  “Up from the Road” it was called, and its intentions, at least, were golden.  Take a strip of would-be interstate in my hometown, Memphis, and find a way to use it to re-habilitate the texture of the damaged urban landscape.  You see, as you might have already, interstates and highways in general had a tendency at their inception to bore their way through cities in a rather destructive manner.  For the sake of progress, they left a ruinous path through the dense patchwork of American cities—but gosh if I couldn’t make it to work on time from my suburban chalet.  Memphis’ own Sam Cooper Boulevard was a piece of “living” history: one of the first interstates in the country to be stopped by a local initiative, I-40 stopped dead in its tracks at the edge of Overton Park in Midtown Memphis.  Now, it was never finished, but a four-mile strip of 6-lane highway remained.  For almost fifty years now it has served as a highway to Midtown, carrying mostly local traffic.  On weekends and at off-peak hours it is rather empty.  My thesis, among other things, proposed ways of re-using the road surface for other purposes.  Think universal space here.

And there you have it: the universal space becomes the point of encounter between the generic and the specific, infrastructure and detail, the massive scale and the exquisitely ornate human scale, the imposition of a global network on the local bricolage.  Ah, now you’re talking my language, you say.  The concrete monster, the autistic and monolithic freeway system speaks of imposition, globalization, generic, and incites the local, grassroots, human, yes, yes YES!  Fight the man!!!––wait, just a second.

Recent years have seen an upsurge of interest in urbanism, from the New Urbanism of Seaside, Florida to plans to rebuild New Orleans, there is renewed attention paid to public space and communal usage.  The urban plaza, especially those of Europe, have become iconic again for urban design.  Public spaces, urban spaces—what is called “negative” space on a field-ground diagram of a city (where buildings are shaded and open areas and streets left white)—is the place to be, in short.  My thesis was certainly about finding a way to create public, specific, local space within the generic language of the interstate highway system.  Now, whether or not it succeeded is not particularly important.  I want to draw attention, rather, to the interests… the process, if you will, because here I think is the connection with theology/philosophy.

So, at this point I want to introduce yet another project: Foreign Office Architects’ Yokohama International Port Terminal (below left).  Here is an excerpt from their own writings about the project:

“We started with certain principles and later combined and changed them. The changes are never visual or aesthetic; they are always technical or practical. We do not believe in the origin or in the end of a project. We believe in the medium of the process. We are totally opportunistic. The end is determined only by external forces, like deadlines of the contractors or the client.”  (emphasis added)

archartdNotice two particularly important statements: “the changes are never visual or aesthetic” (sound familiar… an extrapolation of “form follows function” maybe?) and “we believe in the medium of the process” (the architects are less interested in the completion of the project and more in the design and building of it).  The project lives on precisely because of its flexibility, its capacity to change drastically over time according to use and interpretation.

Where are we going?  Well, one more thing.  I researched, for the thesis, some infrastructural and manufacturing terms like ‘post-fordist’ infrastructure and ‘just-in-time’ manufacturing.  Particularly interesting was Stan Allen’s “Infrastructural Urbanism” in his magnificent book Points + Lines: Diagrams and Projects for the City.  Allen and other writers such as Gandelsonas led me along a path that saw America’s own particular development of urban space as linear.  As opposed to the more European standard of plaza/square surrounded by buildings, America was built up around Main Streets and Broadways.  But, that’s a bit off topic.  Allen and others like Reiser + Umemoto talk about generic infrastructures and their ability to respond to local contingencies and adapt to topography and urban environments (for the liturgical buffs, here Re: Inculturation) while maintaining continuity of the system.  Allen focuses specifically on a ‘bottom-up’ infrastructure which establishes a loose envelope of fixed points of service, access and structure setting technical and instrumental limits to other designers’ work on the same site.

There seemed to be, in my summation, an important shift in design which suggested a re-arrangement of the relationships between form, structure and program (anticipated use).  Skipping ahead to the end of it all, we can observe a sort of massive shift in systems.  We see it in governments (post-Franco Spain’s de-centralization into autonomous communities), we see it in urbanism, in the way our cities exist (freeway systems connecting sporadic suburban technoburbs in the outskirts of a de-centralized city), in our architecture, in our liturgy (inculturation, adaptation, structure and form), even in the way we eat (organic foods, homegrown, free-range, small farms and free-trade coffee)… in short, in a variety of our systems today, we can observe a sort of de-centralization.  Now, this is a generalization, and becomes even more so the more that I add other disparate systems.

My whole point is this: much of this work done toward adaptation, local color, contextualism, autonomy, individuality, particularism, regionalism, etc. often over and against universal structures and the imposition of what are seen as inhuman infrastructures, and so on… stems from a general rejection of the Modernist movement. Sure, it took long enough, but Postmodernism came around to reject Modernism’s till then unabated hunger for the novel and universal, the panacea to end all panaceas, the search for the global solution, only to fall on its own rather Modernist foothold.

The organic revolution, as I’d like to term it rather irresponsibly and just for fun at the moment, is something that, I think, comes out of this.  The desire to create buildings and spaces, for example, or inculturate-able liturgies, that anticipate future uses in their own vagueness draws a fine line between what can reasonably be called organic and what is decidedly and unabashedly manipulated and imposed.  What do I mean?  In some way, the organic fuses together form and function.  In some other ways, organic connotes the lack of the artificial, the exterior.  In another way, it is about harmony and continuity, the necessary and natural.

apple-bite-lgWhen the Church, for example, stipulates that something should be organic, I have the urge to laugh.  Not because I think that the Church is silly for saying this, but because in reality, I think she’s saying something that is not coming across as clearly as it might.  The organic does not come about by imposition, whether it is on the local or global scale… by defintion, the organic comes about by necessity (not argued, rationalized necessity but real necessity)…by natural processes, over a long period of time, and is RARELY observable while in progress.  Does this mean that we cannot intervene?  I don’t think so… what is it to be a human author if it is not intervention in nature?  What is human art but the manipulation and imitation of nature?  A fin de cuentas, we’re going to have to answer the question: what is organic?

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The Price of the Unicorn

December 14th, 2009 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

Unicorn_in_CaptivityWell, two months later I have finally mustered the efforts to give the ol’ blog some TLC.  After deleting over 500 spam comments, each with its own unique sort of spam-i-ness (and that was less than half, I still have about 600 to go through), I have to give the award for Best Comment to one particularly unique comment.

While much of the spam was repeated, a large bulk of comments coming from just a few sources, either talking about certain phone devices beginning with the letter ‘i’, a recurring comment from time to time asking for advice about purchasing entertainment centers in bulk for a hotel (with, of course, a variety of links to entertainment centers for sale), promotional material for a certain kind of drug “just for men”—and no, I don’t mean the cure for male pattern baldness—and so on… but, I think that this one took the cake.  It was simple, it was poignant, it had almost a crestfallen or desperate tone to it… it was, in short, beautiful:

“Please, how can I buy a unicorn.”

Wow.  Imagine a young person anguishing over trying to find a unicorn, let alone one available for purchase.  What, do you think, is the going rate for a unicorn these days?  Are they, for instance, more expensive depending on the length of their horn, the whiteness of their coat, or perhaps the purchase price is the loss of innocence one must endure in order to trap him.  The unicorn, traditionally, could only be captured by ‘unfair’ means, but also, a maiden (parthenos), that is, a virgin was the only one who could tame the wild, strong, and good beast.  Thus the unicorn became a symbol for Christ in the Middle Ages, as the Virgin Mary “tamed” the valiant and beautiful Son of God.

Interesting enough, the KJV translated the Hebrew re’em as unicorn: “[God] hath, as it were, the strength of a unicorn.” (Numbers 23:22)

And Marco Polo, upon seeing rhinoceri in India, described them as unicorns, saying that popular notions of the unicorn were wholly inaccurate and quite the opposite to the reality: this rather ‘ugly’ beast with dark skin and horn and a rather unfriendly temperament.

Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió,

no sé si se me fue, no sé si se extravió…

Y yo no tengo más que un unicornio azul,

si alguien sabe de él, le ruego información:

cien mil o un millón yo pagaré.

According to Silvio Rodríguez, a unicorn is worth at least $100,000 to $1,000,000. If only I knew where to buy them, I could help this person out.

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Discerning

October 19th, 2009 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

REDN-poster“On the heels of…” our Dominican Experience Weekend in Irving, TX, at St. Albert the Great Priory and Novitiate (Southern Province, St. Martin DePorres), I wanted to point anyone discerning the religious life, especially Dominican life, to the Central Province’s new video: “Discerning“.

Great stuff, especially for those discerning hearts.

I say hearts because I am reminded of a young man on the weekend who was “at that point” ready to make a decision, ready to act, but not quite aware of it.  I asked him if he knew of the Christian band Relient K and if he had heard their song “Over Thinking”:

i was thinking
over thinking
cause there’s just too many scenarios
to think about
to figure out…

Now, the song is about romantic relationships, but its message is clear to me: I can fantasize for years about what it might be like to follow a vocation… but if I never move beyond that, what’s the point?  Ah, the cliché… Am I waiting for the burning bush?

In the words of St. Therese of Lisieux:

“To those whom he loves much, Jesus does not give much, but rather ask much.”

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Sacred Art for Sacred Heart

September 28th, 2009 by Br. Thomas, O.P.

portfolio_305_image1I first caught wind of this at Whispers today and given that I was recently “encouraged” to post to my long-neglected blog, I thought what better thing to share with my faithful 4 readers than a bit of beauty for the upcoming long haul into winter.  To the point: Sacred Heart University in Fairfield, CT has dedicated a new chapel in the heart of its campus.  Designed by Sasaki Associates Architects, the chapel features mosaic art designed by  Father Marko Rupnik, SJ, a Slovenian Jesuit who is director of the Centro Aletti’s Atelier of Art in Rome—a part of the Pontifical Oriental Institute which was founded by JPII to foster opportunities for exchange between Rome and the Eastern Churches.  Fr. Rupnik is also the artist responsible for the late Holy Father’s Redemptoris Mater chapel at the Vatican.

02bThe University’s website has a veritable plethora of images and information about the chapel’s design, construction and artwork here.  Be sure to browse the galleries.

I’d be happy to know what people’s opinions are about this particular chapel and the art installation.  It’s clear that the style is decidedly contemporary—a sort of post-postmodern exemplifying the direction mainstream architecture is going since the fall of the modern era and the postmodern movement.  However, the mosaics, while they have a bit of a contemporary flare, are clearly rooted in their historical origins—drawing from eastern iconography and (perhaps more Roman) mosaic styles.

Something I’ve noticed about having conversations about church “architecture” with those who do not have a formal training in architecture is that the discussion generally focuses around the sacred art (or lack thereof) rather than the use of spatial arrangements or architectural styles.  I think there’s something basic here.  I don’t know if I posted about this previously, but one thing I noticed a bit more than a year ago when watching the dedication of Duncan Stroik’s Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe in LaCrosse, Wisconsin, was that this lovely church was just a style change.  As far as imagery went, it featured a crucifix and a copy of Juan Diego’s tilma with the image of Our Lady.  Essentially, it had little more sacred art than your typical contemporary parish church built since the 1970s.  This may be an unfair criticism, but I’d ask others to consider whether I am totally off-base here.  The style is decidedly Renaissance… and well-executed, but what of the content?  I find Rupnik’s work more compelling, evocative and didactic while all the same being in conversation, in continuity, with the liturgical traditions of the Church universal.

I’ll leave it at that, however, because I’d rather see if anyone has any thoughts (Although I know that, ‘historically’ speaking, no one responds to my architecture posts!).

UPDATE (9/29): I should mention just to be clear, the chapel building was designed by Sasaki Associates, the art installations were by Rupnik… i.e., Rupnik did not design the chapel.

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