1B2P-24, acrylic and canavas on wood, 12,5 x 11,1 x 1,4 inches / 31,8 x 28,3 x 3,6 cm.
Have you ever felt what it feels like to have super sticky plaster removed from your skin? A shrill cry without a doubt... Here, the wood remains silent...
But if he could scream, with all the forests that are torn from his land, all the planks that are cut from him, all the nails that are driven into his sap, it is certain, we would have the eardrums pierced.
Automation pt. deux. Though a little buggy, the script now assigns emergency escapes at 35m distances (2x17.5 maximum egress distance) and organises apartment typologies by residents (unless there is tricky geometry around the core spacing that only a studio apartment can solve). Studios and 1b2p apartments are distinctly separate from family apartments where possible.
With each iteration the density of occupants can be monitored (shown right; in yellow)
Next up - ‘the right to light’ - adopting minimum standards through environmental analysis via block instances ready to be plugged into the script.
I just noticed to my great dismay that if you tilt your gaze a few degrees to the right, you could see a letter that is now evil in our beloved West. It's funny to remember that in a TV series from my childhood, this letter represented quite the opposite: the defense of the oppressed against the oppressors.
1B2P-23, acrylic, canvas and wood
13,2 x 9 x 1,4 inches / 33,5 x 22,8 x 3,6 cm
Bir başka hüzün bu, elleri dökülüyor insanın. Parmaklarının arasından uçurumlar kanıyor. Yutuyor gözlerini, karanlığı bir nesne bekliyor. Hem nesi var insanın? Susmaktan ve yalnızlıktan öte nesi var? Nesi var insanın? Şu karanlıktan ve yurtsuzluktan öte; anlamsızlıktan ve günahkârlığından öte nesi var? Hem nesi var insanın ölümünden başka?