Judgment places architecture’s content into a swirling constellation wherein parts exceed themselves. It lets parts govern wholes and wholes govern parts. Judgment prevents the detailer from becoming a fetishist. It keeps the intellectual from staring at his or her navel. It lets unassuming matter—sheetrock, glass, ducts, dirt, steel—revolve around the definitions of space that are at once confident and susceptible.
Judgment invigorates the professionalisms, problem-solvings, and on-time, on-budget protocols that course through buildings. Judgment doesn’t deny the importance of any of these traits. It denies that any of them on their own can constitute architecture.
They can’t. Judgment can.