非常感谢 张昊天&李天颖 (联系邮箱：email@example.comfirstname.lastname@example.org) 予gooood分享以下内容。
Appreciations towards Zhanghaotian&Litianying (contact: email@example.comfirstname.lastname@example.org) for providing the following description.
来自清华大学建筑学院，即将赴Cooper Union就读的张昊天&李天颖分享了他们在 Fairy Tales 2018 竞赛上获得荣誉提名的作品——建筑师制造指南：
Zhang Haotian & Li Tianying from the School of Architecture of Tsinghua University (both of them are going to Cooper Union for further study) shared their works of Fairy Tales 2018 Honorable Mention—How to make an architect:
I am in a bad health. And I’m afraid it can’t be cured. Probably all architects are. I take a modicum of fame and money but I want to create a whole universe. How is it possible? I know it’s not but I just can’t resist this idea! I have been suffering from this malnutrition for about two months, which was as much torture to me as two centuries, ever since I unluckily failed the interview. No, I didn’t fail, I quitted. I can’t imagine myself sitting in the office making colorful, timeworn renderings just to defeat other less colorful, more timeworn renderings in endless competitions. And I don’t know why fifty thousand other graduates from architecture schools in China are still fighting for this. So I quitted. If there is one thing I can never bear, it is banality.
Wait…What am I even saying. It must have been another wild talk of mine. I shouldn’t have complained…no, not complaint, my inappropriate negative emotions. We architects are supposed to pretend we don’t exist, and devote ourselves for a better world, right? Sometimes I wish I were in Italy of 500 years ago. But who am I really? Honestly, it can be cruel to ask a young man in his twenties, who grew up in a working-class family of a market economy, and happened to begin his architectural study because he randomly wrote “architecture” in the investigation before the Chinese entrance exam, to perform like an aristocrat. I am not complaining, not at all. I’m just feeling a bit uneasy, doc.
Sorry, you are not my doctor. You are my wardmate. For me, maybe not for you, what are these all about? The oversized ambitions, involuted theories, and grandiloquent presentations? Yet they were so enchanting. I couldn’t live without them. I spent hours every day searching for the delicate drawings and stirring proposals done by crazy architects, and I got even more ravished in pushing myself through every painstaking design, round and round of self-denial until exhaustion, with an imaginary identity of a superhero of extraterrestrial knowledge that is working universally in any hypothetical context. You know, with great responsibility comes great details in your drawings. But later on, I found that, maybe, the pain was the very thing that I got addicted in: The pain was not a byproduct, it was the real purpose; I did not design architecture, I designed an intricate escape game playing against myself! One me runs away from the jail, and the other me manages to seize the prison-breaker time and time again. I relish the pain so hard when I am pushed by myself to the corner, struggling and screaming silently. Of course I need to keep it silent, otherwise everyone else will know my secret masochistic hobby. Umm, well, I guess, um, I might have gone a bit too far. Don’t you judge me. Name one architect that doesn’t enjoy self-torture. No one? That’s because those who don’t are already excluded by the definition of architect! Ha! Um…Wait a sec…I need a walk outside.
Ahhh…Yes, I just remember that I cannot move anymore. Forgetful, wasn’t I. You may ask why I nailed myself on the floor. Well, this is actually a part of my masterwork. I decided, two days ago, to make myself into an architectural design. And you know what? This would solve all the problems! I always derive pleasure from designing with pain, and this time, my body hurts as well. I can feel every single part of my work stabbing in my flesh, and this is just amazing…Let me fetch the screwdriver…Also, I can finally make something real, fulfilling my duty as a true architect, instead of some soliloquizing visionary. Suddenly it doesn’t matter anymore whether any client will hire a 24-year-old architectural student. And the government no longer needs to worry about having another vagrant that is potentially wasting social resources. I am actually glad to confess, that this capital world exchanges architecture with architects, and we architects are consumables. Now that one superfluous architect volunteers to be diminished. What a noble move it should be…Excuse me, I need to pull the wire ahead…Done…
Have a look at this elegant joint between this intricate metal ware and my chest, please, and focus on the connection, the way this screw bolt is tightly grasped by the wound. Does it sting you, even if you are not the one that is bleeding? If it does, then I am making a real masterpiece. There is an old Chinese saying of a silkworm making cocoon around itself which means getting caught in one’s own trap. But this is not shameful at all. This is exactly what we do with architecture! Architecture is a solid structure consisting of a bunch of intricate self-reference, just like a cocoon. An incredible resemblance, isn’t it?
It…is finally coming to an end, after days of hard work, finally, just a last screw to be tightened. Now I can barely move. There I am, as sound and stable as architecture. I wish…I wish I could raise my head now to see how beautiful the work is. But it doesn’t matter anymore, for someone else is going to appreciate this instead of me. Now I just need to finish the last step…um, wait.
Who is supposed to take a picture of me?
▼“建筑师”剖面图，Sections of the “architect”
项目名称 / project name：建筑师制造指南 / How to make an architect
建筑师 / architect：张昊天&李天颖
联系邮箱 / contact e-mail：email@example.com / firstname.lastname@example.org
设计、撰稿及制图 / Completion Year：2017
Fairy Tales 2018 Honorable Mention，获奖原文见：http://blankspaceproject.com/
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