My Mondrian in Black & White
Monday, November 28, 2016
A topic that I keep repeating in these blogs is that I
believe that what differentiates us from the other life beings of our planet is
our human ability to associate.
Consider how the pictures here, taken some years ago
(which I considered to be failures) in an Emily Carr College studio with my
friends Juan Manuel Sánchez, Nora Patrich and our model Linda Lorenzo have made
me associate them all with a white-haired architect via a BC Hydro electric
substation on Burrard. And consider, too that in our task (Sánchez, Patrich,
Lorenzo and I were all Argentines) we were projecting slides of scenes of the
famous Buenos Aires cemetery La Recoleta.
Dal Grauer Substation |
I photographed the architect Ned Pratt quite a long time
ago. We became friends and I photographed him many times and the last time a
couple of months before his death.
As a young partner of the Vancouver architectural firm Tompson, Berwick and Pratt he dispatched a young man to the Vancouver Public
Library , then a modernist structure on the corner of Burrard and Robson. The
boy was to look up Mondrian and to report back.
Ned Pratt |
That experiment in research became the Dal Grauer Substation (next to what was then called the BC Hydro Building and now is the
Electra Building). Until the abandonment of its rich heritage value, the
substation a living, three-dimensional Mondrian became what it is today, a
forgotten structure that nobody seems to know exists. Perhaps the same could be
said about Henry Moore’s Knife Edge sculpture at the top of Queen Elizabeth
Park.
When I noticed these two negatives in my thick Linda
Lorenzo file I thought immediately of a black and white Mondrian. And I know
that my friend Pratt would have characteristically smiled with the intelligence,
elegance and savvy that in this 21st century only architects might
have. And of course thinking of Pratt takes me to associate him with Arthur
Erickson, and then Ron Thom and from there Bing Thom and so on…
How images affected me
Looking at the past to defy the present
How images affected me
Looking at the past to defy the present