legal.

21

santiago calatrava. [at pratt]

beauty, utility, solidity.

The Campo Volantin footbridge - Bilbao, Spain.

proposed plan for NYC's PATH over World Trade Center site.

estimated completion date, 2014.

drawing inspiration from human anatomy.

re-etirate.

through the process of overlapping, layering and transparencies, interlacing qualities become prominent that result from the morphing of the eiffel tower's structural qualities and curvilinear wooden forms. circulation, spatial qualities, light effects, and interconnecting spaces occur, supporting the idea of one being squeezed through time. 

pieces of april.

semi-relationships and ambiguity

late nights without accomplishments

warm weather and wind through my hair and toes

sparkling eyes and soft touches

watered down coffee and birthday cake ice cream

sprained wrist and monthly physical visits

parents on different hemispheres and displaced notes

wrapped present and diagramed facial structure

21 days away from my birthday.

21 years old. 

21.

infatuation. denial. patience. trust. determination. 

pick me up.

falling.

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i.m. pei.

"...find originality in the time, place, and problem."

 - i.m pei, architect. 

spring break.

x - literature of asia take-home midterm

x - anthropology reading and presentation

x - design, hotel photo-analysis

x - furniture design activity-structure study

x - environmental theory architect I.M. Pei presentation

x - construction building midterm

- renew passport 

- design portfolio

- driver's writing test

timeless love.

it's that time of the year again

the time in which we believe is the most loving day?

did we not have time to show our love everyday?

but besides giving out candy, red roses, and greeting cards

i rather live in denmark where they give out

pressed white flowers.

elegant

timeless

graceful

on a side note

what type are you?

literally.

pistilli roman.

rut.

the days go by without any changes

minor abrupt 

that tend to dissipate as time goes by

heavy eyelids, empty stomach

drops of water, and orange juice

mixing variety of meals 

while craving buffalo wild wings at green turtle

losing connections and coherence

yet seeking the thin line between transition and entrance

only to fulfill society's expectations

start line.

first class of the day at six-pm sharp

revolving around this particular class

     yet, no teacher in sight

nibbling on my half-grown nails

checking my phone frantically

watching fifteen-twenty minutes go by

reading previous class notes on board

      'anti-oedipus', 'capitalism' and 'schizophrenia'

      'kafka' and 'what is philosophy?'

nothing i should care about at the moment

      besides wondering why the hell did kafka decide

      to turn his main character into a bug!

i should have paid more attention.

or check my email more often to know 

class has been moved to another building.