Febrero 2013

Febrero 2013

Una extraña casualidad nos hizo coincidir a un grupo de arquitectos españoles con Le Corbusier allá por los años cincuenta y tantos en Berlín; se construía allí el bloque de la unidad de habitación por él proyectado y que entonces dirigía. En unas declaraciones que hizo a algún periódico local renunciaba a la paternidad del edificio en marcha al ser construido por alemanes tendentes siempre a la perfección, le habían desvirtuado su obra. Quiero recordar que dijo que parecía que le hubieran pasado la lengua antes de fraguar el hormigón. A un español acostumbrado a la chapuza y también tendente a una perfección imposible en nuestra tierra aquél comentario tenía que impresionarle. Admiré siempre en la obra de Le Corbusier su deshabillé, esa perfección de dentro, esa elegancia imposible, tan ligada a esa imperfección aparente. Él fue desde entonces, por esa razón, al lado de otras muchas virtudes que posee, uno de mis escasos maestros.
Siempre me parece que de mis pobres obras pudieran admitirse las imperfectas en su apariencia, nunca las que han luchado por esa repugnante perfección encubridora de tantos defectos de fondo.
¡Gracias, Maestro! Me impresionará siempre tu elegancia.

Alejandro de la Sota, 1965

By a strange coincidence, I happened to coincide with Le Corbusier at a meeting of Spanish architects in

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the fifities in Berlin, where he was directing the construction of the housing block he had designed. In a statement to the local press, he renounced paternity of the building under construction because the Germans who were building it had spoiled his project with their constant drive towards perfection. I remember him saying it looked as if they had passed their tongues over the concrete befote letting it set. His comment obviously made quite an impression on a Spaniard accustomed to botch jobs, from a country where any drive towards perfection is quite impossible. I always admired Le Corbusier’s work, its deshabillé, its inner perfection, its impossible elegante, so closely linked to its apparent imperfection. Since then, for this very reason, quite apart from all the many other virtues he possessed, he has been one of my few teachers.
It always seems to me that one could accept certain imperfections in the way my humble works look, but they are not those imperfections that I have fought for.
So if there are imperfections in my humble work, may they always be worth fighting for!
Thank you Maestro! Your elegante will never cease to impress me.

Alejandro de la Sota, 1965

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