goin for my 1st architecture mock-up Critique session (Crit in short) was a cruel experience..when we present designs, we do so b4 a panel of tutors n seniors n dat is e time when the great architecture design students who r too big for their boots are cut down to size..
i had a rude shock when the evidentli encouragin n amiable tutor was transformed into a fearsome fire-breathin demon who devours unprepared students..well, he says, "u've not answered the client's specifications in the design brief..n ur design is too large...oh...u need to explain ur open courtyard (graphically; huh??)..n rethink ur spaces cos they're not goin to fit in a rescaled version of ur design..too many entrances n poor distinguishin of lines with different pencils..not enough drawings for dis n dat..poorly tot-out design..no evidence of good development..u're doin ur own thing n not doin wat the client wants..he'll fire u in e real world"
dat was an encouragin 8 mins of criticism dat completeli tore down wateva notions of greatness i had nursed with my fragile male ego..i suddenly felt like e scum of the Earth just wantin 2 bury my head underground like e proverbial ostrich..
its not dat i've not undergone worse at e hands of e s'pore armed forces..but i just felt once more e whole arbitrariness of it n e lack of constructiveness in dis supposedli "constructive criticism"...but well, i guess i noe wat to expect next week for e real thing..
in e book The Butlerian Jihad by Brian Herbert n Kevin J Anderson, the main characters Vorian Atreides n Serina Butler dream of freedom from e reign of tyrant leaders n empowerin of free humanity..well i dream also of great things in architecture n puttin 'magic' into e lives of pple thru e buildins i create..if i could just create a room where pple display (only) flowers inside yet make e day of e smallest child walkin in when he sees e light shining off e flowers in a vacant space that brings out e most of their frail beauty, i would die content for havin created great architecture.. i dream dis even as i live in dis time of Tyrant Tutors..
Crossing
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