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我是一名建筑师,让我写……但我不用词语写,我画……我的A,我的B,我的C,我的字母,我的字库……它们是门,窗,楼梯,屋顶……建筑是物质的,它被一只手画出,然后被另外许多双手实现,那些工地伙伴的双手说天,说地,用平衡着的实体,用保护性的外皮;高耸的塔,漂浮的岛屿,豪华的盒子,感性的褶皱建筑的诞生并非为了服役,而是为了创造奇迹。它应始终存在,改变并闯入现实。让形式和空间的神秘唤醒我们的感觉。建筑师应该是富于梦想的画家和诗人,塑造我们的生活。
I am an architect, let me write ... But I do not write in words, I paint ... My A, My B, My C, My letters, My fonts ... They are doors, windows, stairs , The roof ... The building is material, it is drawn in one hand and then realized by many other hands, the hands of those construction partners who speak the sky, the ground of balance, the protective outer skin, the towering tower Floating islands, luxurious boxes and sensual pleated buildings were not created to serve, but to create miracles. It should always exist, change and break into reality. Let the mystery of form and space awaken our feelings. Architects should be rich dreams painters and poets, shaping our lives.