there is no answer in the concrete.
before poetics there is the matter of everyday life .
and before spirit there is the matter of matter.
existence precedes essence like cladding is older than construction.

i am taking the action of arriving
trying to invite a random encounter

in between the architectural spaces is where spirit and matter meet.
i linger in spaces, trying to contain their secular or holy substanse, the rest is a poor translation of an experience which offers nothing but absence and annihilation that can not be described by words.

the representative spirit lies within the constructions of religious pretext and she is also unfulfilling.-
in the war between spirit over matter the man wins and he is both.
reduction silences the hysteria
elegance on the verge of laconism versus burning excess.
suffocated and overwhelmed by excess the only option for me is extreme reduction, which its surface is always disappoint like life.
the urban texture creates a complicated net and my automatic action is zoom in and defamiliarization
the loneliness of architectural structures and glimmers of  their interior is where my interest resides.