There is a period in Polish history, which absurdity was more burdensome than funny, people trained their patience standing in lines and skillfully minimized their needs convincing themselves that it actually not that bad, but probably only not to go insane. Ubiquitous mediocrity made all designing and building processes much harder, cleverness was a basic requirement of an architect. How to do SOMETHING out of nothing, continual cooking „soup nothing” (polish name of sweet soup on milk with sugar and vanilla), which wanted to be similar to modern ones and even okay to eat. And what? They managed to do it.
An old Polish saying that we can’t dicuss tastes, senses of style, is probably one of the most defensive sentences human invented. We can’t discuss which means that we have to accept all these plastic flowerpots looking like Corinthian capital, peach plaster on public buildings and bowers from OBI. We shrug our shoulders, well, someone may like it. I recommend visit the Netherlands to change your minds.
„Festive architecture” takes delight in museums, concert halls and office buildings. It is designed by most popular, used by minority and turists are taking there numbers of photos where they are posing with smile and pride that they have a chance to be in such wonderful, important place. They can also touch a brick or a fragment of window to feel almost like participants in this piece of creation. And that’s pretty all.
„Ten sam typ myślenia, który w literaturze produkuje źle skomponowane powieści i nudne sztuki, w architekturze powoduje rany widoczne nawet z kosmosu. Zła architektura jest zamrożoną pomyłką zapisaną dużymi literami.” (Same type of thinking which in literature produces badly written novels and boring plays, in architecture causes wounds seen from the Universe. Bad architecture is a frozen mistake written with capital letters.)