Master of the house: Glenn Murcutt
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Citation
Hinge, v.86, 2002, pp. 80-82
Abstract
When the Pritzker jury decides to consider you for their annual Prize, it's roughly equivalent to being struck by lightning. When you make the shortlist, it's time to clear the telephone lines, light a votive candle and chill a bottle of champagne, just in case. And it they call you up and say, 'sorry to bother you at this hour, but we have some good news…' you can basically kiss goodbye your relative anonymity, occasional tranquility, and a hefty portion of your modesty. Winning the Pritzker Prize is more or less the architectural equivalent of winning a combined Best Actor Actress Director Picture Oscar, and it doesn't usually go to a quiet craftsman of intricately simple houses in remote Australian settings, who works alone and doesn't even know how to use email, let alone Autocad. But this time it did, and long-time fans of Glenn Murcutt can only say, "There is justice in the world, after all." If a few pairs of hands are being gleefully rubbed together at the irony of this relatively obscure, if by no means unknown, architect nabbing the highest-profile endorsement known to the profession, it might be because a few overhealthy egos across the globe will be forced to wait another year for their own moment of glory.
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Architect: Murcutt, Glenn
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Article
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Date
2002
Language
en