Lebbeus Woods, 1940-2012

[Image: "Lower Manhattan" (1999) by Lebbeus Woods, discussed extensively here].

Like many people, I was—and remain—devastated to have learned that architect Lebbeus Woods passed away last night, just as the hurricane was moving out of New York City and as his very neighborhood, Lower Manhattan, had temporarily become part of the Atlantic seabed, floodwaters pouring into nearby subway tunnels and knocking out power to nearly every building south of 34th Street, an event seemingly predicted, or forewarned, by Lebbeus's own work.

I can't pretend to have been a confidant of his, let alone a professional colleague, but Lebbeus's influence over my own interest in architecture is impossible to exaggerate and his kindness and generosity as a friend to me here in New York City was an emotionally and professionally reassuring thing to receive—to a degree that I am perhaps only now fully realizing. I say this, of course, while referring to someone whose New Year's toast a few years ago to a room full of friends gathered down at his loft near the Financial District—in an otherwise anonymous building whose only remarkable feature, if I remember correctly, was that huge paintings by Lebbeus himself were hanging in the corridors—was that we should all have, as he phrased it, a "difficult New Year." That is, we should all look forward to, even seek out or purposefully engineer, a new year filled with the kinds of challenges Lebbeus felt, rightly or not, that we deserved to face, fight, and, in all cases, overcome—the genuine and endless difficulty of pursuing our own ideas and commitments, absurd goals no one else might share or even be interested in.

This was the New Year's wish of a true friend, in the sense of someone who believes in and trusts your capacity to become what you want to be, and someone who will help to engineer the circumstances under which that transformation might most productively occur.

[Images: From War and Architecture by Lebbeus Woods].

Lebbeus mentored and taught many, many people, and I am, by every measure, the least qualified of any of them to write about his influence; but learning that Lebbeus has passed away, and under such utterly surreal circumstances, with his own city—literally, the streets all around him—flooding in the darkness as the oceans rose up, compelled me to write something for him, or about him, or because of him, or to him. I have been fortunate enough, or perhaps determined, to live a life where I've met several of my heroes in person, and Lebbeus is—he will always be—exactly that, a titanic and strangely omnipresent figure for me whose work set off special effects he himself would be puzzled—even slightly embarrassed—to learn that I've attributed to him.

Speaking only for myself, Lebbeus is a canonical figure in the West—and I mean a West not of landed aristocrats, armies, and regal blood-lines but of travelers, heretics, outsiders, peripheral exploratory figures whose missives and maps from the edges of things always chip away at the doomed fortifications of the people who thought the world not only was ownable, but that it was theirs. Lebbeus Woods is the West. William S. Burroughs is the West. Giordano Bruno is the West. Audre Lorde is the West. William Blake is the West. For that matter, Albert Einstein, as Leb would probably agree, having designed an interstellar tomb for the man, is the West. Lebbeus Woods should be on the same sorts of lists as James Joyce or John Cage, a person as culturally relevant as he was scientifically suggestive, seething with ideas applicable to nearly every discipline.

[Images: From War and Architecture by Lebbeus Woods].

In any case, it isn't just the quality of Lebbeus's work—the incredible drawings, the elaborate models—or even the engaged intensity of his political writings, on architecture as politics pursued by other means or architecture as war, that will guarantee him a lasting, multi-disciplinary influence for generations to come. There is something much more interesting and fundamental to his work that has always attracted me, and it verges on mythology. It verges on theology, in fact.

Here, if I can be permitted a long aside, it all comes down to ground conditions—to the interruption, even the complete disappearance, of the ground plane, of firm terrestrial reference, of terra firma, of the Earth, of the very planet we think we stand on. Whether presented under the guise of the earthquake or of warfare or even of General Relativity, Lebbeus's work was constantly erasing the very surfaces we stood on—or, perhaps more accurately, he was always revealing that those dependable footholds we thought we had were never there to begin with. That we inhabit mobile terrain, a universe free of fixed points, devoid of gravity or centrality or even the ability to be trusted.

It is a world that can only be a World—that can only, and however temporarily, be internally coherent and hospitable—insofar as we construct something in it, something physical, linguistic, poetic, symbolic, resonant. Architectural.

[Image: "Einstein Tomb" by Lebbeus Woods].

Architecture, for Lebbeus, was a kind of counter-balance, a—I'm going to use the word—religious accounting for this lack of center elsewhere, this lack of world. It was a kind of factoring of the zero, to throw out a meaningless phrase: it was the realization that there is nothing on offer for us here, the realization that the instant we trust something it will be shaken loose in great convulsions of seismicity, that cities will fall—to war or to hurricanes—that subways will flood, that entire continents will be unmoored, split in two, terribly and irreversibly, as something maddeningly and wildly, in every possible sense outside of human knowledge, something older and immeasurable, violently shudders and wakes up, leaps again into the foreground and throws us from its back in order to walk on impatiently and destructively without us.

Something ancient and out of view will rapidly come back into focus and destroy all the cameras we use to film it. This is the premise of Lebbeus's earthquake, Lebbeus's terrestrial event outside measured comprehensibility, Lebbeus's state of war.

[Image: "Einstein Tomb" by Lebbeus Woods].

Because what I like about Lebbeus's work is its nearly insane honesty, its straight-ahead declaration that nothing—genuinely and absolutely nothing—is here to welcome us or accept us or say yes to us. That there is no solid or lasting ground to build anything on, let alone anything out there other than ourselves expecting us to build it.

Architecture is thus an act—a delirious and amazing act—of construction for no reason at all in the literal sense that architecture is outside rational calculation. That is, architecture—capital-A architecture, sure—must be seen, in this context, as something more than just supplying housing or emergency shelter; architecture becomes a nearly astronomical gesture, in the sense that architecture literally augments the planetary surface. Architecture increases (or decreases) a planet's base habitability. It adds something new to—or, rather, it complexifies—the mass and volume of the universe. It even adds time: B is separated from C by nothing, until you add a series of obstacles, lengthening the distance between them. That series of obstacles—that elongated and previously non-existent sequence of space-time—is architecture.

[Image: "Einstein Tomb" by Lebbeus Woods].

As Lebbeus himself once wrote, it is through architecture that humans realize new forms of spatial experience that would have been impossible under natural conditions—not in caves, not in forests, not even while out wandering through fog banks or deserts or into the frigid and monotonous vacuity of the Antarctic. Perhaps not even on the Earth. Architecture is a different kind of space altogether, offered, we could say, as a kind of post-terrestrial resistance against unstable ground, against the lack of a trustworthy planet. Against the lack of an inhabitable world.

Architecture, if you will, is a Wile E. Coyote moment where you look down and realize the universe is missing—that you are standing on empty air—so you construct for yourself a structure or space in which you might somehow attempt survival. Architecture is more than buildings. It is a spacesuit. It is a counter-planet—or maybe it is the only planet, always and ever a terraforming of this alien location we call the Earth.

In any case, it's the disappearance of the ground plane—and the complicated spatial hand-waving we engage in to make that disappearance make sense—that is so interesting to me in Lebbeus's work. When I say that Lebbeus Woods and James Joyce and William Blake and so on all belong on the same list, I mean it: because architecture is poetry is literature is myth. That is, it is equal to them and it is one of them. It is a way of explaining the human condition—whatever that is—spatially, not through stanzas or through novels or through song.

[Image: "Einstein Tomb" by Lebbeus Woods].

If you were to walk through an architecture school today—and I don't recommend it—you'd think that the height of invention was to make your building look like a Venus flytrap, or that mathematically efficient triangular spaceframes were the answer to everything, every problem of space and habitability. But this is like someone really good at choosing fonts in Microsoft Word. It doesn't matter what you can do, formally, to the words in your document if those words don't actually say anything.

Lebbeus will probably be missed for his formal inventiveness: buildings on stilts, massive seawalls, rotatable buildings that look like snowflakes. Deformed coasts anti-seismically jeweled with buildings. Tombs for Einstein falling through space.

[Image: "Einstein Tomb" by Lebbeus Woods].

But this would be to miss the motivating absence at the heart of all those explorations, which is that we don't yet know what the world is, what the Earth is—whether or not there even is a world or an Earth or a universe at all—and architecture is one of the arts of discovering an answer to this. Or inventing an answer to this, even flat-out fabricating an answer to this, meaning that architecture is more mythology than science. But there's nothing wrong with that. There is, in fact, everything right with that: it is exactly why architecture will always be more heroic even than constructing buildings resistant to catastrophic rearrangements of the earth, or throwing colossal spans across canyons and mountain gorges, or turning a hostile landscape into someone's home.

Architecture is about the lack of stability and how to address it. Architecture is about the void and how to cross it. Architecture is about inhospitability and how to live within it.

Lebbeus Woods would have had it no other way, and—as students, writers, poets, novelists, filmmakers, or mere thinkers—neither should we.

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Anonymous Steve Silberman said...

Beautiful, Geoff. Thank you.

October 30, 2012 11:29 PM  
Anonymous tom rivard said...

Great post Geoff, thanks for this. Hope all's as well as can be in NYC.

October 30, 2012 11:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thank you. a wonderful post.

October 31, 2012 12:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A moving tribute. Thank you for this.

October 31, 2012 12:48 AM  
Anonymous Stephen said...

Beautiful and moving Geoff. Thanks.

October 31, 2012 1:31 AM  
Blogger Leif said...

Brilliant, thank you

October 31, 2012 2:03 AM  
Blogger David said...

Your world will miss you Lebbeus.

Thank you Geoff.

October 31, 2012 2:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A moving and passionate tribute. The generosity of ideas as gifts, not products.

October 31, 2012 4:36 AM  
Anonymous Dimitris K said...

Thank you for this post. Although I never met Lebbeus Woods I share your ideas about his importance. Reading your text made me think of something; have you read Adam Robert's History of Science Fiction? His ideas about science fiction are very similar to your thoughts about architecture as you present them here. As someone who understands the deep interconnection between science fiction and architecture, I think you may find it very interesting.

October 31, 2012 5:06 AM  
Blogger Ian Milliss said...

perfect goodbye, perfect exit.

October 31, 2012 6:40 AM  
Blogger invisible cities said...

Beautifully written. Thank you for this post.

October 31, 2012 7:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lovely. Thank you..

October 31, 2012 8:08 AM  
Anonymous EMoon said...

Beautifully conceived, and written, and gives someone not at all familiar (heretofore) with Lebbeus Woods' work much to think about.

October 31, 2012 11:13 AM  
Anonymous ostap said...

Thank you for your moving tribute to Leb. He's been an unwavering inspiration to me ever since I stumbled across his drawings in the dark stacks of my university library. May he rest in peace.

October 31, 2012 12:36 PM  
Anonymous Deane Madsen said...

Thank you, Geoff, for eulogizing this great capital-A Architect so well.

October 31, 2012 12:45 PM  
Blogger Carren said...

Hi Geoff, I was reading this last night and even though I had never met or heard of Lebbeus Woods, the way you describe him really made me feel the loss. At least by your words, you were able to help people understand his impact on the world and perhaps send a few new people out to explore his works. I know I will. Hope all is a well as can be.

October 31, 2012 3:24 PM  
Blogger JZ said...

Amazing eulogy, Geoff. A great reminder that our actions...what we make in this world....should be all for the spiritual/mythological. That we wring coherence out of chaos and this is the story of humanity's existence. I took my eye off of Lebbeus' work for a good while....I'm sorry to say that it took his death to return my focus.

October 31, 2012 10:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great article.

November 01, 2012 12:20 AM  
Anonymous Tyson said...

Thank you for your words, a moving tribute. I regret to say I hadn't known of Mr. Woods prior to your eulogy, perhaps I should note I am not a student of Architecture. Nevertheless you have enlightened myself and likely others to an ostensibly aesthete man whose sojourn of earth has ceased. By cause of gentleman such as yourself he will continue to have a profound and sustained impact on ourselves through his deadal works you have shun a light upon. Thank you sir.

November 01, 2012 1:43 AM  
Blogger Chris Cormier said...

Very moving tribute Geoff. I find as an architecture student I have been coming back to the work of Lebbeus' every other term since my Undergrad and I am well into my Masters. I was greatly saddened to hear of his passing especially since it was just last week I was revisiting Einstein Tomb and ended up on a lengthy aside simply revisiting his work.

Thanks for everything, Mr Woods.

November 03, 2012 2:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for this. This is so good, you've refueled me and kept my architecurisms alive and kicking.

November 04, 2012 12:29 AM  
Blogger Fernando Gobbo e Larissa França said...

What a moving text. I have been following LW blog for such a long time.
I was saddened when he wrote "Goodbye [sort of]", but I was looking forward to his incoming, less daily, posts.
Reading that he's gone, really made me think...

LW will always represent for me that it is possible to be an amazing architect, even if you don't build something (or only once).

November 05, 2012 10:34 AM  
Anonymous Robert said...

This is why I come to bldgblog, for exactly this, to meet a guy who not only loves what he writes about, but who loves it so deeply, so passionately, so intricately, so hopelessly, that he gives it a crazy nobility that I never thought it had. Buildings as spacesuits, as floating castles unbounded by what's below, as brave, crazy acts of love -- Geoff
has honored Lebbeus Woods in the best way possible; by saying, "Here's a man who gave me voice, who taught me," and then he tells us what he's learned, and it's a lot, and now I'm rolling these thoughts round my head, and I'm saying thanks, to Geoff, to Mr. Woods, to the blog, to all of it.

November 06, 2012 8:27 AM  
Blogger ArtandArchitecture-SF.com said...

What a beautiful tribute!

November 06, 2012 10:12 AM  
Anonymous Steven said...

I have to admit I've only admired Leubbeus Woods's drawings for their beauty and experimental nature. I'm excited to know now that there is so much depth and importance to them.

It's too bad that he passed away, but it's heartening to know that he an architect could have such a meaningful impact on people rather than simply being a buzzword in the media.

Lately, I've been suffering a bit of confusion to how best explore my ambitions vis-a-vis architecture, and although this post doesn't solve my limbo, it certainly inspires me to not forget my original passion for architecture, and how intensely legitimate it is.

November 10, 2012 5:14 PM  
Anonymous Bob Sheil said...

Well said Geoff.

November 13, 2012 8:42 AM  
Anonymous PaxtonArchitecture said...

I have to admit as an architectural student I probably should have looked into the works of Lebbeus Woods more than I did. Looking back something that has struck me is the craftsmanship behind his hand drawn drawings evoking such great wonderment combined with a powerful imagination.

Furthermore, I am a firm believer in that setting not just goals but challenges for ourselves on a regular basis is a good idea. It may not be something that you like but it should be something that you as a person need. This has helped me develop myself as a student architect time and time again and its worked out pretty well so far.

A nicely written eulogy for a great inspiration.

November 16, 2012 11:08 AM  
Anonymous Guy Lafranchi said...

great post, thank you
we will carry on his spirit in honor
Guy Lafranchi

November 21, 2012 12:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was so moved by the man, and now, by your writing of him. Thank you so much

Cheryl Rose

January 04, 2013 11:04 PM  

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