ancHoraImparo is not an ideary for architects, but for people who have been enchanted by it; it is not an ideary on architecture, but for architecture; ancHoraImparo is a collection of ideas made as a painting: through restarts, adjustments, details; it never ends, it grows and improves constantly; ancHoraImparo does not want to dictate, it would rather stimulate contradictions; ancHoraImparo is a dialogue, not a soliloquy: only in madness we talk alone; ancHoraimparo does not invent anything, it receives ideas and expresses them in a new way. Inventing means etymologically, finding, not creating; ancHoraImparo has the eyes tired of looking at too many pictures, of watching without knowing. Only things may be pictured, not thoughts; ancHoraImparo proceeds progressing and not getting tired of learning and changing its mind; ancHoraImparo does not imply that what is written it is all true: there is not – time makes us understand – a truth, nor the truth. For everything there are at least two truths. Reality is the dramatic conflict of their eternal coexistence; ancHoraImparo is my interpretation of what I read and know; it is a means to better represent things and facts to myself; everyone has a different interpretation of what he/she reads or knows: in the act of interpreting lays the truth.
[Based on ‘ In Praise of Architecture’, Gio Ponti, 1957 ]