the instrument of art takes the form of openings
i do not speak, but listen. i do not look, but assist. i do not dance, but pose.
in sync with a hypnotic rhythm, it moves through and around the detached heels, the shadows it creates break away from the rational born uniform; where the presence of the isolated fragment makes the human feel fragile,
the inclusive vision of the whole made the matter feel beautiful and comfortable, combining traditional craftsmanship with technology.
more than the material allows, the form asserts itself, and the space becomes your experience,
it is the architectural object that describes how the sum expanded from an initial state born of a value; an object that evokes how the whole grew from the primordial singularity of a fragment.
