Marking twenty years since the fatal 1997 car crash that took Rossi’s life, the exhibition might be seen by some as a further indication of the recent interest in postmodernism. While Rossi used simple geometries and a range of colors associated with postmodernism, he refused the postmodern label. “I cannot be postmodern because I’ve never been modern” is one of the Rossi quotations printed on the gallery walls, fitting textual displays for an architect also known for his books, The Architecture of the City (Italy, 1966, U.S. 1984) and A Scientific Autobiography (1981). In his books, essays, and buildings, as Sherer writes in the pamphlet that accompanies the show, “Rossi traced threads of memory that bind architecture to objects of daily life.” Similarly, Vincent Scully wrote in a postscript to A Scientific Autobiography, “[Rossi’s] forms are few precisely because they are not made up but remembered.” Those memories also became Rossi’s architectural analogies, seen in his endless repetition of coffee pots, geometric shapes, and beach cabanas that he gave architectural scale in drawings, etchings, and models.

Four clocks in the exhibition—a large, round wall clock, its silvery frame shiny against a blue wall, keeps Milan time; and three small clocks, each set into the pediment of a charming teatrino, all of them frozen—seem to symbolize tempo, the Italian word that Rossi, writing in Scientific Autobiography, said signifies “both atmosphere and chronology.” Through Sherer’s deft curation, time here is both stopped and moving—both memory and alive and spatial, recurring, like Rossi’s work itself.

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