Architecture for the Sake of Architecture

PHARMAKON OVERWRITE STUDIO: Conception Notes #01

This building was originally shaped like a U-shaped harp pipe.The floor wasn’t flat—it was subtly curved.And I intended to open that curve to the city.

Businesspeople and children would pass through it as if it were an ordinary street.But at the same time, it was my studio. It was meant to be a space for exhibitions.A place both private and public. A structure where ownership and openness would intersect.

But somehow, you—this architecture—reversed its own structure without asking.And yet, it was through that inversion that the architecture seemed to gain balance,perhaps even a kind of reality.As if the building had started reconfiguring itself, of its own volition.

Inside that U-shaped frame, there are three more U-shaped spaces, nested within.Each rotated at a different angle: 90°, 180°, and 270°.The 180° section was meant to function as a ceiling, equipped with lighting,casting light onto the large half-pipe-shaped floor at the base.

The 90° and 270° spaces naturally form loft-like areas,floating like terraces suspended in the urban fabric.There, you can hear the conversations and footsteps of people walking through the city.Not as background noise, but as part of the building’s internal composition.The city seeps into the architecture itself.

What I wanted was the opening of architecture to the city.A space with no assigned function—Not to be bought, slept in, or consumed.A suspended field of meaning, detached from commodification.A private domain exposed to the urban realm. A rupture in the city, in the shape of architecture.

In this space, I intend to exhibit what I have been visualizing:Motorcycles, cars, figures, fashion, sculptures.Yet none of these are simply what they appear to be.Not quite a motorcycle, nor a car, nor a figure, nor fashion, nor sculpture.

Everything exists for architecture.To make architecture fluid.To dislocate the notion of fixation,To liberate the will of architecture itself.

Architecture must move—from building to building,From meaning to meaning.It is a structure in drift, a persistence beyond location and time.

This building is a vessel that makes such movement possible.It might even be the last building I will ever make.Because this is the first—and possibly final—spaceborn from an attempt to question architecture itself from zero.

I thought:Architecture that exists for people cannot be architecture.Architecture must always exist for the sake of architecture.

Such architecture can become both medicine and poison.That is PHARMAKON—the duality at the heart of the project.And OVERWRITE—the overwriting of inherited structures and intentions.

I reject the death of architecture.

Next up: The Organs of PHARMAKON — What Is a Mobile Architecture in the Form of a Motorcycle?