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Friday, March 4, 2011

Jorge Luis Borges

"the taste of the apple... lies in the contact of the fruit with the palate, not in the fruit itself; in a similar way... poetry lies in the meeting of poem and reader, not in the lines of symbols printed on the pages of a book. what is essential is the aesthetic act, the thrill, the almost physical emotion that comes with each reading"
-Jorge Luis Borges 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

QuaDror

new structural joint, many applications


QuaDror from Dror on Vimeo.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Invisible records.

Invisible to our consciousness...


Marco told in intricate detail the history within each square of the chessboard in which the emperor and himself were playing chess on. Each described a period of the trees life.

Window at night




Tracings of shadows has become part of what my thesis dwells in. Evidence of space are present even with the the depth of the imagination with the dimmest of light available. 
there was an analogy spoken in church which I liked.

"Love is a channeled river which has side barriers. there barriers are truth and faith. Without these barriers, the water will simple dissipate."

Studio glimpse











Comsumers





future consumers will not buy ’objects’ but memorable experiences
future consumers want to be immersed and taken on a haptic journey of the senses
future consumers want poetic storytelling



Source:http://www.detnk.com/node/8852

Rachel Whiteread _ Our past


Images that closely resemble my own thought process of identifying environment/ space






















As one cast the spaces that  contains our past, our knowledge, our memories, you are pulling the world inside-out or within itself.

Miami Transportation Loop

Portfolio for degree seminar at RISD
Prof: Ann Tate's
Seminar: 'American Cities' (urbanism)

Miami metro west corridor extension


Simulacra


On Exactitude in Science . . . In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and which coincided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless, and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the Inclemencies of Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography.