What is being an architect?_ simply said it is the art of being, first and foremost: because without the humanist science which is all about being, nobody can express human space for what it is_

Human space is impermanence total, evanescence to the ninth level_ it could be called the 'aura' but then maybe 'oracle' is better_ being human is being a temple of light, a lucida_ that is why, especially in the Greek periods, the temple was the house of the gods, not god's house, the temple had and still radiates the aura of being human_ the 'god' appellation was just a pretense to honor the fact of being human, sharing one's human spaciality with other beings also human_

Now, we all reduce the concept of humanity to biological shells, dna, power, etc...but being human has nothing to do, or owns nothing to the biological or social structures or should it be called strictures_ the hands which got copied on cavernous stones, only to be 'forgotten' for how many centuries, these spoke for and from the human concept of space or achitecture_ now we 'see' them even though we no longer have the perceptive tools to 'connect' at the human level_

Dwellings have always been nomadic affairs, expressions of a moment frozen there, but then, as we collectively let go our human sensitivity, we began encasing our biological into 'more permanent' materials, up to now where the most 'successfull' cities look more like a circus for monsters, where what we call human beings look more and more like ants_ and like ants, each one of us craves for permanence/social order, repetition to the nth level_

In fact, human intelligence is slowly migrating within the digital arena_ we are, willy-nilly, training the child called digital into all what is the most creative reality, being human_ now, the interesting aspect of all this mutation, is the fact that it is based purely on energy needs_

Just to keep your body alive, costs so much and then much more energy must be addressed to the environmental cost of all our socialistic errances, that intelligence had to start migrating into a carrying core that it can control in ways we shall never appreciate_

What is the basic most essential quality of a mutation?_ simply that is must be invisible to those it mutates from, in other words, perceptually, it has to be transparent, which has the same result for those without the perception tools to actually sense the sentiency which is latent within every mutation_

Yes, an architect's degree sits within my toolbox_it took five years to get that wrapped-up, all the while working to get the survival money and all the while, involved within different student's organizations, as a way to 'breathe' away from the pressurization of getting a degree_

Yes, it was very successfull, with a few bangles attached to it, like a structure award, to speak mainstream; but the successfullness of it came from a totally opposite angle; first it came from a 'by invitation' attendance to the monthly meeting of the area's chapter of the provincial architect's association; sure we, a few freshly minted degreized fellows, went to passively attend the meet; well, after listening to the speakers, very very attentively, without even thinking about it, it can be said that this was the first and last time I ever came near to this kind of grouping; it just happened that way; oh my internship was very successfully looked into through different architectural firms, the last one offering me a kind of golden valise if...but my refusal was very appreciated by the one architect which called for respect due to his 'human' intelligence

You live as an architect and as such a paper is not needed for others to appreciate/require your expertize; but socially the paper comes first and the human architecture is left to dessicate within the swirls of the social dust; which means that what is now called an architect is totally askance with what has allways been the staple/essential reality of being an architect;

This, very simply said is the art of seeing a being through all the social mirage of his/her requirements, so that a diagnosis of what is possible to be done around him in direct relation with what he is made of, really made of, inside, deep inside.

Now, you could say that an architect is a doctor, but the difference is one of choice...once the architect has build an hologrammic persona within himself, an actual replica of that persona hiding in front of him, behind all her/his social bangles, the architect as the choice (a necessity in my case) to refuse further action if he senses that her/his services will only further the discrepancy between the cover-up of social bangles and what really tries to live within the biological mecanism sreeching and squeaking in front of him

This is why I have never accepted a commission, because I knew that I had not the tools to achieve my aim and respect my own integrality, my own persona; nobody can really see that which I just have related, but, then, images are just because of that dark hole_

The very interesting aspect of this process_ the print no longer is the art, it is just a sample, a test of the reality which now lies within a digital space now forever expanding_ the same goes for all what could be called 'architecture'_ We no longer build impermanent dwellings, we only erect huge monuments, which get more and more to look like those stone piles which are the moneyed's last statement in every cemetery, gated and locked_ the print is has now become a mere confirmation of the image's existence somewhere unattainable to us biological products_ so we are still at it_ playing the 'fool's' game of assigning a monkey money value to images which, it must be said, had almost no value at the moment of their creation/inception_

Personnally, the only problem, the one which stalks me at every moment, is perceptual_ what is to be done with this second or this minute or this hour or this day?_ beyond a day's span, everything stands out of reach, the future as well as the past_ my only 'freedom' is the one to build this day's step or bar on my ladder, with such care/intensity/concentration that I can be sure this bar will hold me, when I step on it tomorrow to construct the next bar_ mind you, there is no way for me to know logically, where this ladder stands or lean, both ends cannot be seen, my perceptional sphere does not expand beyond a few days/months either way_

What is the basic capacity or tool that any architect should develop within his/her self? the basic one called human perception, the one which permits the architect to actually 'see' inside a client's social apparels and locate the humanistic core which operates from within the said client_ it is the most useful tool and also the most cruel for the architect to assume_ while the architect radiates his/her humanity, spherically speaking, waiting for echoes to bounce back from the other human cores, he basically floats in an empty world, a world emptied from human cores_ so what remains for the architect to do, since his biological life follows a very predictable path?_ well of course, to do like the hand which painted itself on the wall of darkness_ to simply transfer his/her inner human core within the digital eddies which are flowing more and more freely around this planet_

The very interesting aspect of this process_ the print no longer is the art, it is just a sample, a test of the reality which now lies within a digital space now forever expanding_ the same goes for all what could be called 'architecture'_ We no longer build impermanent dwellings, we only erect huge monuments, which get more and more to look like those stone piles which are the moneyed's last statement in every cemetery, gated and locked_ the print has now become a mere confirmation of the image's existence somewhere unattainable to us biological products_ so we are still at it_ playing the 'fool's' game of assigning a monkey money value to images which, it must be said, had almost no value at the moment of their creation/inception_

Personnally, the only problem, the one which stalks me at every moment, is perceptual_ what is to be done with this second or this minute or this hour or this day?_ beyond a day's span, everything stands out of reach, the future as well as the past_ my only 'freedom' is the one to build this day's step or bar on my ladder, with such care/intensity/concentration that I can be sure this bar will hold me, when I step on it tomorrow to construct the next bar_ mind you, there is no way for me to know logically, where this ladder stands or lean, both ends cannot be seen, my perceptional sphere does not expand beyond a few days/months either way_