PLANS AND OPPOSITIONS

The architects of our churches subordinated detail to arrive at a more

effective whole. That is why our churches are so beautiful when seen

from a distance. They sacrificed everything to the essential, the "plan."

The plan? Like all synthetic conceptions, this is difficult to define.

It is the space that an object displaces in the atmosphere, its volume.

When an artist is able to determine exactly the space an object occupies

in the atmosphere, be he painter, sculptor, or architect, he possesses

the real science of plans.

What is detail in a plan? Nothing. The towers of the church at Bruges

are superb in their bareness, while our modern houses, overladen with

detail, are hideous to look upon. Of the two towers of the cathedral at

Chartres, the one is bare, just a huge wall; the other is covered with

ornamentation, and the first is possibly the more beautiful because of

the potency of its plan. What does this force of simplicity express to

us? It is the soul of a nation. A people expresses its nature through

the medium of its architecture. Stones are faithful when we do not

retouch them. They are the signatures of a nation.

[Illustration: HEADLESS FIGURE.]

Through the science of plans the great oppositions or contrasts of light

and shadow are obtained. They give life and color to the structure.

According to the position of the sun, the appearance of a building

varies. One part is in the shade, the other in the light, and between

these two is the gradation of shadings.

The master architects did not set their edifices apart from the

universe; they gave them the benefit of all the phenomena of

nature--dawn and dusk, twilight, cloud effects, haze, and fog. Every

moment of the day adds to or detracts from their effect.

Sometimes I stand before a cathedral, and it does not seem at all

beautiful. I feel I should like to alter it. Then I revisit it at

another hour and see it in a different lighting. The light strikes it

aslant, the shadows are deeper; the cathedral is absolutely beautiful,

and I feel abashed at my former impatience and critical mistrust.

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