#architecti

[claudiotrezzani]

Lo sapete, lo sapete:

gli stabilizzatori meccanici in dotazione ai migliori droni garantiscono l'ortogonalità rispetto alla scena ritratta.

Ma più ancora sapete che spesso non è vero...

Vuoi per momentanei malfunzionamenti del software che li governano (specie sull'asse orizzontale), vuoi per il fatto che avere la camera correttamente posizionata è solo metà dell'opera.

E l'altra metà consiste nella circostanza che sovente gli obiettivi sono talmente mal corretti geometricamente che le storture vengono dall'interpretazione intrinseca - e fallace - della lente, cui il profilo interno apportato dal fabbricante non va al di là di metterci una grossolana pezza.

Ma mettiamo che invece vada tutto bene:

lo stabilizzatore orienta propriamente e l'obiettivo non soverchiamente soffre di distorsioni.

Ogni preoccupazione fugata, ed allora?

Purtroppo, no.

Ma non dipende dal dispositivo.

Dalla storia, dipende.

Sì, addirittura dalla maiuscola Storia.

La fotografia a corredo di questo brano costituisce uno degli innumerevoli esempi.

Vedete - in medio campo - che ...vedete delle cose di troppo?

Sì, le colonnine delle bifore - quelle subito sotto la guglia del campanile -  anteriori non coprono quelle posteriori.

Ergo, Claudio, non sei stato dritto a posizionare il drone.

Magari fosse solo questo.

Perché allora i problemi non si esauriscono qui?

Perchè per fare dritta quella parte avrei dovuto renderne storte altre. 

E ciò dipende dalla summentovata Storia.

Lo sapete, ci sono canoni su come orientare le chiese - quelle confessionalmente cristiane - rispetto ai punti cardinali.

Abside, Terra Santa, quel genere di elementi e presupposti.

Poi, però, non sempre venivano rigorosamente applicati.

Eppoi magari gli architecti  et cementarii del Medioevo esageravano nell'ingurgitazione di quel "vinum dulce, gloriosum", giovane e speziato, che poteva episodicamente provocare errori d'ideazione e/o realizzazione.

E ciò in due modi:

1) chiese non allineate tra loro

2) particolari architettonici disallineati nell'ambito dello stesso tempio (fatte salve specifiche intenzionalità).

Ecco, così è (se Vi pare), come diceva Pirandello.

Ed anche, parafrasando Humphrey Bogart:

è la vita, bellezze.

Eccioè:

non esiste la perfezione.

Non esiste quaggiù in terra, e nemmeno nei cieli, alle moderate altitudini consentite ai droni.

Almeno, epperò, gioverebbe una migliore taratura degli strumenti.

Di modo che - in onore della filologia, vieppiù di moda, nel nostro pedante secolo - lo storto sia riprodotto storto, se è.

Ma quanto è dritto, dritto rimanga.

All rights reserved

Claudio Trezzani

[jfdupuis]

"Architecty" by Jean-François Dupuis on INPRNT

[arusand]

Happy new year everyone! This year I drew more stuff than ever before. never expected to get to this point and from now on my art will be sketchier, architectier, furrier and gayer!

[stellarismegistus]

💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ munday ! || ACCEPTING

FACT # 1 : I am awful at coming up with facts, so here's a big one for y'all. I'm married LMAO.

FACT # 2 : I recently graduated uni in December with a BA in advertising & graphic design.

FACT # 3 : I can quote the first ten minutes of Disney's Hercules movie by heart.

[edensbless]

... ah. that face. she could never forget that face. but she knew where deliverance, the one she was mistaking this man for, was ; she remembered seeing his look as she walked away from the pods, could feel his gaze until she turned the corner. he could not be kevin. and yet, when gold met his gaze, a small smile pulled at her lips.  “hello, my friend. is there anything i can help you?”  was he drawn by her song? did he... recognize it?   // @architecti​

[elysialm]

"do you even want me if i can’t change back to what you knew me to be like?"

@architecti

The words cause her to stop. Altogether, everything freezes in a moment of solemn silence upon the words hanging heavily over the pinkette’s head. Kaveh was not Kevin she knew but he was also a part of Kevin that existed. The young man before her was a resident of this world, Teyvat, not the era where she came from or the land she came from. The bubble universes proved it, the existence of Imaginary Tree already gave her the answer, but she also knew that their experience and her experience will not be repeated. Kaveh had a part of the soul, but he was still not Kevin. The experience did not match. The bonds did not match. The existence did not match. However, he was still dear to her for he was still the very soul she adored and handled with the gentlest care, wishing for this life to be less of a taxing adventure and more of an enjoyable one. As a human with his own tough moments and challenges yet still moments of true beauty his past self could not achieve through the apocalyptic tragedy. 

He deserves to have a better life now, here, in this day and age. As Kaveh, not as Kevin. If she were honest, she did see similarities, but she also saw just how different they were. She did not see ‘Kevin’ in him anymore, she saw a young man who went by the name Kaveh, who was an architect and who lived in the house of Al Haitham. He was his own person, a delight in his own unique and singular way. As much as there were similarities, this life was another one and it must remain as it is without him tapping into the past that would hurt him more than it needed. The past must stay in the past, a life lived must not be touched. It would only bring unnecessary suffering. 

It hurts to hear. It hurts to hear that he thought of changing. He must not, no. He did not understand what was going on before and she wished he would not tap into that whirlpool of suffering once more. It must be closed and never approached. 

Azure gaze would - for the first time - show genuine moment of sadness and pain. Elysia had never allowed herself to be seen as anything but smiling and enjoying her life in Teyvat by everyone’s side, but the words spoken by Kaveh made her remember the tears spilled and the pain brought from before. The past cannot be returned and she will never meet the ones she loved and treasured as she did because they existed as themselves only once, it was the beauty of a human life - its shortness yet its significance. It’s why Kaveh’s words made her wonder if there was a way to stop him from seeing something that must not be seen, does she have the power to stop the link’s effect? Does she even have the right to do that? It hurts, it hurts beyond anyone’s understanding. 

Despite the pain and the sharp sensation in her chest, Elysia’s gaze softens as she looks at him. Is he lost in the sea of dreams that are not his and must never be his to bear? It wounds her, truly. It makes her wonder if she should have stayed when he called her name, but she wanted to secure a possible brighter life for him who deserved it oh so much. What does he mean by ‘want’ him? It made no sense, but it also did. Lips would part and close before she would find the words to be spoken in that familiar yet not really tone of voice, soft but with the weight of a crucifix she carried in the world last. 

“ Yes. I do, ” she replies with determination in her voice as she does a step forward. All so he could see the expression on her face better and so she could see his eyes better as well. She extends her hands to him, palms turn up to the sky and for him to place his hands in if he were to be comfortable with that. If not, she would retract her hands to hide behind her back, locked together with fingers linked. “ Because you are Kaveh, not anyone else. The similarities may exist, but you are a life that exists here and now, singular in its essence and singular in its magnificence. You must not change nor you must reach for the past that is not yours to wield, carry, and agonize over. ”

As she feared, he must be seeing parts that he must not and lives that were lost. The life of Kevin was not a life of Kaveh, they may share a soul but their lives were different and must remain separated. The young man she knew was carrying the world on his shoulder as a hero, forced to make her a stepping stone to become the leader humanity needed. Even if she did not kill by his very own hands, she knew the weight would be carried by him for years. This is why she wished for Kaveh to not look back for the sins, virtues, and experiences were not his to wield. 

He was Kaveh, not Kevin. He was an architect, not a soldier. He exists here and now. 

“ I want to remain here by Kaveh’s side, to learn more about him and to understand him, ” she explains, carefully, her voice as fragile as it could ever be, but it is sincere. “ I want you to move forward, to look ahead, to grasp this life’s vitality and to continue on without looking back. And... ” Her sadness returns, the blue gaze shows emotions complicated yet filled with genuine love and care and wish to protect. “ I want you to be the way you are now, Kaveh, not anything or anyone else. You are not the one I knew before but that does not mean I care about you any less, I came to know you as you are now and it only made me want to be here all the more, ” Elysia wishes for this life to be precious and always be treated as such. Kaveh is a man of his own, an individual with his own story and experiences that shaped him into who he is now. It is important and it must not be erased for this existence is unique and must never be erased. “ With a young man with eyes that search for answers, with a young man who says awful jokes about his back pain after carrying me for a short bit of time, with a young man who continues his journey. So, yes, I want you to stay the way you are and I will always be blessed to share these moments with you, to learn about you, to protect you, and, if needed, to guide you towards a blessed path, ” another nod follows as she returns back to his original question. “ I want to know you, Kaveh, a precious soul whose life I’ve yet to learn about and an existence so beautiful it would make another cry from its glorious sight. I want you as you are, flaws and virtues, current and future. Not anyone I’ve ever known before, but you as you are now; an architect, a scholar, a human. Would you let me remain to learn and understand you, step by step? ”

This time, she won’t make him cry. This time, she will not leave as she did before... until this world requires it to protect him and those who also have been reborn into this blessed world. In exchange for the happiness of those she loves so dearly, she will happily lay down her life on the line as a sacrifice once more. 

[abyssmalice]

"people always go away.  even if they don’t mean to.  no one stays."

sentence starters / Not Accepting.

The cycle of life and death ought to be like that, shouldn't it.

Beginnings have endings, and even should the ending turn towards a new beginning, that's the thing - it's new, it's different, it's not the same anymore. Partings and reunions, but the latter is always bitter and the former is always eternal, no matter how people want to put it.

Even should the winds bring the seed of another life, resting it within timeless frost to awaken in spring, what rises from the earth will be a flower apart from the old tree that it bloomed from. Even should the flower cling to the hues of its parent and the dreams of a different season - far, far away, does the flower bloom in another world. It's just not the same.

Such is the forbidden lesson of the leylines - the secret of life and death, the story of reincarnation. The aphorism: once born, an existence is forever, persisting. But never in the same form was before, as the start. Not fully, not quite.

(Tonia could easily have her long gone brother back, in a way. But it won't be him, not truly. She can never have him back. The aphorism of life is that sometimes, sometimes, people will just leave. Harshly, suddenly, terribly. To never return.)

"...That doesn't mean it's nice, or fair. Or something I want," Tonia mumbles to herself as she thumbs the book in her hands. A thin booklet of Sumeran poetry - borrowed, to learn how to read Sumeran characters. And with the stranger's assistance, she's learning a lot faster than she would on her own, puzzling things out on her own.

The little girl takes another moment to re-read the lines of the poem in front of her, unconsciously frowning a little more as she tries to both parse the letters and recollect the translation, before quietly closing the book. There's an obvious hesitation as she looks up at the man, eyes averting quickly; to her, his gaze is strong but piercing, faintly reminding her of winter winds and frozen thrones, an icy disposition to match the god of the same element.

"...Um, Mister Kaveh? Is there... another book we can read?" She fidgets a bit. "T-The poems are nice, but—I think they're a little sad, sometimes."

[sungracd]

continued  ♡  @architecti

“  no.  i  don’t  think  i  should.  ”   they’re  a  picture  of  calm  and  poise  as  they  remain  seated,  a statue  of  long  curls  and  light  fabrics  that  resemble  spring  amid  a  coming  winter.  and,  like  a  statue,  equally  unfazed  by  its  temperature.  soon  enough  the  air  around  them  grows  cold  enough  that  adrian  can  see  the  outline  of  their  every  breath.  and  under  ordinary  circumstance,  this  would  be  worrisome  indeed.  but  they  are  no  ordinary  being.  rather  than  worry  for  their  own  safety,  they  only  grow  more  concerned  for  kaveh.    “  i’ll  be  fine.  but  i’m  not  sure  if  i  can  say  the  same  for  you.  ”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

An architect renovated this home in Belgium for his family. He furnished the Art Deco style house with modern furniture and painted it in bright colors. 

He made one wall in each room a feature wall to emphasize the color. Here in the dining room, he chose a bright orangey red.

The kitchen is a more subdued gold, but he did each cabinet door in a different color. 

The door to the master bedroom and a feature wall behind the bed are bright lemon yellow.

The den is pale yellow with a peach accent wall. 

In the vintage bath, he contrasted the white tile and fixtures with purple. 

http://olaalhaeezuvim.blogspot.com/

[goldpilot22]

architect

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

Ngl that scene with Kai and the math equations reminds me of the one from the Eternally mv maybe they linked lololol

BUT LORD THEY ARW SO FINE FOR WHAF AND BEOMGYU WITH HIS ARCHITECTY THINGY SCENE AND AND AND OMG AISHAJQHSD

Me screaming for yj:

ME PLS I CHOKED ON MY COFFEE WTF I Cnnnokrotk PLS PLS IM DEDDSS 😭🤣🤣🤣💔💔🤣😭🤣💔

[jfdupuis]

"Architecty" by Jean-François Dupuis on INPRNT

[lespalimpsestes]

Alberti Dvreri pictoris et architecti praestantissimi De vrbibvs, Albrecht Dürer, 1535

Illustrated: book 3, p. 136–37, methods of constructing letterforms, from "Institutionum Geometricarum" (Source)

[hellsbovnd]

ballast.

focus: janos jen renata wc: 502

[ PDF MIRROR ] [ ORIGINALLY POSTED ]

In the darkness, you hear the alarm ring, abruptly rousing you from your slumber. There’s no transition. One moment you’re dreaming of some wild adventure you wish you and your brothers could have gone on before going your separate ways. The next, you’re bumping your head on the top bunk in your shared quarters. You curse under your breath and rub the sleep from your eyes.

You don’t need to see to feel around the floor for your boots, and you slip them on easily enough. These days, you shower at night and sleep in your uniform. You know you can’t afford another write-up. You’ve been reassigned three times already, seen more of the Empire than most purebloods probably do in their entire military career. But your life is not richer for it. You’re worked to the bone every day, doing maintenance on equipment that you swear the soldiers above you must be trying to damage at this point. Maybe they were just bored.

Your legs feel too heavy and you have to force yourself to stand and make your way to the other side of the room to turn the clock off. Your quarters shelters three other Architecti–no, wait, make that two other Architecti and an Architectus Veteranus. You forgot that as of last week, jen Caelestis was now kir Caelestis. They haven’t found a new place for him yet. There are more engineers out here than are probably strictly necessary for the Castrum’s day-to-day maintenance and operations, being that you’re situated safely in the middle of Imperial territory with no hostiles or rebels for miles. Kir Caelestis will probably be bunking with the jens for some time to come.

Regardless, your three roommates have already gotten up and started their days. That’s how it always goes. You’re usually the first one asleep and the last one to wake, so while you’re sure that you could be good friends with them if you tried, you barely see them at all. These past few days have been especially rough. You’re getting maybe five bells of sleep a night if you’re lucky, and you’re on the verge of passing out by the time your shift ends.

You pause in front of the mirror affixed to the back of your shared quarter’s door to make sure you don’t look totally unpresentable in uniform. You smooth down your hair, and you let your goggles hang from your neck. Good enough. There are dark circles under your eyes that you can’t seem to do anything about, and you rehearse your salute in the mirror to make sure you aren’t too loose with it; lux Fidelis threatened to have you dragged out and flogged until you can give a proper salute yesterday. “At least get it right in front of the conscripts,” she said, “You’re embarrassing.”

You continue until you’re confident it’s impossible to fuck it up again even though your whole body feels like it’s made of cermet.

Your name is Janos jen Renata, and you are going to fucking die.

[elysialm]

"can you just stay please?"

@architecti

It makes her feeling strangely giddy upon hearing him actually ask her to stay. It feels so strange to hear him speak to earnestly, but she must remind herself: this is not Kevin she knew, it was a young man who did not bear the burden of the world and did not have to abandon his brightness to act according to fate’s cruel hand. Even if events in this world will be hard, he will not have to carry it alone on his shoulders. Al-Haitham was here as well, it made her happy to see how the ones from before still kept close. And yet, Elysia wonders if it’s really alright for her to remain here as well. 

“ Alright, I will! Are you so attached to me that now you cannot imagine a day without me, Kaveh? You’re going to make me blush, ” she teases without missing a beat, but her smile and her expression are filled with adoration as she sits down next to him. Her elven ears twitch as she can finally sits this close without freezing next to him. It made her happy. He could still feel like a human, not a warrior or a monster or something in-between. In this blessed life, she wished for his salvation from the bottom of her heart. “ Hehe, want me to tell you about all the places I visited? Maybe hear me sing a song? Or I can just hum! Oh, oh~ I can try to write poetry about how handsome you look while concentrating or... Ah, there are so many ideas! ” 

Hands clap, she continues to be a bit mischievous here and there, but it’s all in good fun. She does so with both Kaveh and Al-Haitham, she noticed, all because they remind her of those who proved to her that she indeed became human. The special people, her beloved comrades and friends. The ones who believed in her up until the very end. 

[abyssmalice]

43, 52, 57, 67

loaded muse questions / Not Accepting.

43. What is the biggest risk you’ve taken just to prove yourself?

"Let's just say that while I don't want to be in the Fatui, that doesn't mean I want to be thrown away like dross and rubbish. For that end, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that even if I'm annoying, I'm still a danger to dispose of just for the sake of it. So if I have to burn down temples, kill any friends I could have had, destroy people and lives even when they don't deserve it and no one even told me to - well, all in a day's job, I guess."

"...Would you not say that dying to live, sacrificing a possible future for an uncertain second chance, would count as a great risk to take? For the leylines, at least, such determination defined my worthiness to them."

52. What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

"Even if people say being a troublemaker does nothing for me, I'd say it does plenty! After all, it wrecks most of the Fatui's plans and throws their reputation even further in the gutter. Which, if you ask me, is what at least half of us deserve.

"I know some of us are... well, they're decent people, and they're just trying to get by for whatever reason. But the rest! The rest deserve nothing but hell, so me being a respectable leader and a good Harbinger, I am just giving them their just desserts. By ruining their day. We don't deserve a nice day if we can completely excuse the stuff we do as Fatui."

"I have been told many a time that my neutrality and passivity to the world is... well, it is not a great virtue, if unacceptable to some. And I do see their perspective on the matter - for I, with the potential for instigating fires and change, could do so much for the world, yet choose not to.

"But this does not take into account my duty - my true desire. I am not the last person to wish for a better world or a better conclusion. In fact, I pray for it with all my being. But, prayers are but prayers, and there must be some consideration made for a world that ends in ash, a conclusion that ends in tragedy. And for such things, I must be there. I must be alive, well and standing, to comb the ruins for the lost, to remember the ending for the next to come.

"I cannot burn my life's candle by involving myself, for I am the last resort - the final, meagre solace in the event of failure."

57. How do you cope with being betrayed?

"There's a high price for betraying me in any way - and it comes with interest."

"...I would not appreciate it, but I shall endeavor to understand. After all, betrayal is not always the easiest choice to make. For most, I would like to believe their hand was forced... And if not, even then, I shall try to understand. And make my own amends."

67. What is one thing people always get wrong about you?

"When will people shut up about that theory that I'm related to the Tsaritsa. Where the hell did it even come from, and why does everyone in the Fatui still gossip about it? I just don't understand why that rumor is still around!"

"People have a tendency to be wary of me, at first meeting, or even before our first meeting. It is an understandable matter - the Abyss is a strange place that mandates constant caution, and for me, a person to have been a resident long before anyone can even remember... Well, who would not be wary, if not concerned about such a character?

"Though I do wish those strange stories about me 'eating hearts' and being a rather cruel, eldritch figure would stop circulating... I do not wish to be feared. And more importantly, I do not want my reputation to prevent people from seeking out my aid, if they think they might need it."