somewhere along the way an idea is at the mercy of the demon called resolution. he stand there whip in hand making sure that cars turn and toilets are ventilated. the past two days have been stressful and traumatic as we have seen before our very eyes ideas perish under the pressure to get things like movement and structure right. as if the idea was not about architecture, for when building starts happening the idea disappears under heavy handed articulation. i think this is fear talking, for in the idea itself there lies the germ of the resolved building. and it is only a fear of failure that refuses to acknowledge it. especially today in the third year jury, where spatial ideas (shall not talk about the ‘contradistinction’ thing- which seemed to me to be problematic) seemed to have potential which if reinforced and strengthened could be interesting. but even in the fourth year design project we see good ideas vanish before our very eyes into boring architecture. the act of making takes its own time.
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