“Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it and gnaw it still”. Henry David Thoreau
2018, I gave myself a Gap Year, do what I love. I was engaged in decoration, carrying baby, studying, traveling, reading, translating, thinking; sometimes, taking myself away from the swamp of the tide, perhaps better to recognize myself within the “architect career”.
Making architecture is a slow process, requiring protracted gnawing at own bone. Constantly thinking about where the architecture comes from, even why would we still need it? And the design itself is to let the people who use it live a decent life? Or just to extract capital to win profits?
Therefore, taking advantage of the “separation” of such a period of time, systematically combing the professional thinking, the original bit by bit into a turbulent flow, although small, but the self-recognized “correct” architectural concept is taking shape. Architecture should create a “poetic”. This kind of “poetic” is so-called, based on the use of functions, lighting, ventilation, temperature, sound insulation and other requirements to achieve high quality, and through the shaping of the container, The charm that comes with the physiology and psychology will be planted within the user’s heart.
photo by carolinevoyages