I cooked spag bol tonight. As one does while cooking, I listened to some music. I couldn't settle on anything so it was a couple hours of start and stop. Now, I don't know anything about music, except when I come across a something good. When I hear the first chords of Little Wing, No Particular Place To Go, Mr. PC or The Great Gig In The Sky, I have no doubt that it took geniuses to create this music. Even if there was little else of these artists (and the list is very long) that I could hold in such high esteem, these pieces are enough to justify the claim.
Is it the same for architecture? Can one come across a hole and claim the creator was a genius? If not, what does it take to be a genius? Where does one draw the line on who is a genius and who isn't? Why do we draw that line? In short, can we treat architecture like any other art form?
I have a theory, which my wife disagrees with, that all pleasure, be it derived from sex, music, literature, sport, etc., turns the same master switch on in our brains. How we react on any given day to any given stimuli is what differs.
Ciao
Sean