Wednesday, May 03, 2006
and i said in reply, my voice a whisper, suppressing its weakness, its quiver, as if in fear of the great spirits that govern my art..
"Don't you know? Can't you see? This is not the profession of Man; this is God's own profession. To create from dust of the Earth, that is not human; it is divine!..."
and a tear streaked painfully across my face, as realisation floored me with dread, with despair, that no word in any, any existing language, can ever even attempt to phrase what was pleading release from my soul. Already my eyes were woeful, ailed, begging for a hint of understanding..
Can't you see?This profession is not a form of art. It IS art. The culmination of every discipline of art, of sculture, of illustration, of music, of literature, of performance, all these bow to her presence.
Anyone so trained could design a building, a box of concrete, in just the same way any human can pen a sketch. But, it is within the knowledge of the select few, of those that fall in love with Architecture, that she chooses to reveal unto them her deepest secrets; her power.
And oh what a release that is! To gain that knowledge, that is the closest attainable level of divinity. The power to influence, the power to change, to evoke, to affect, that precise power is sought after, and oh how many would give billions to grasp just the tip of this iceberg. Such is the power of an architect, that in his hands dwells the power to manipulate all five human senses.
Such power cannot be attained within a month; nor years. It takes decades to fully grasp its magnitude, and to wield it confidently, without err. That, that is the reward of those who peservere, a privilege akin to that of immortality itself.
"The fear of architecture, and the subsequent desire to conquer it; that is the beginning of wisdom."-Me
jOhn thought at 9:07 PM
