fyi that is not even my design, just random pictures i snipped off the internet and massacred to my liking to fit my description of what I think my design is yadayada. If you are one of the people who owns these pictures, none of these are made profitable and be pleased to know you saved my life this term.
How is it possible that work that I spend endless days on can get dismissed as complete shit in 5 seconds, while something that I did at 5am out of panic-- work that I think is completely shit-- actually gets the green light?
Guess it shows that sometimes spontaneity works better in life than having it all pre-planned.
This project I am playing it safe-r and less morbid by setting out a housing scheme+ butterfly farm in some god forsaken woods in Brighton where someone apparently got murdered with their dog.
Although now, I have so much frustration, hatred and anger towards architecture that I feel like reliving my Housing+Crematorium project and just designing a death trap for whoever that's going to live them.
This project I am playing it safe-r and less morbid by setting out a housing scheme+ butterfly farm in some god forsaken woods in Brighton where someone apparently got murdered with their dog.
Although now, I have so much frustration, hatred and anger towards architecture that I feel like reliving my Housing+Crematorium project and just designing a death trap for whoever that's going to live them.
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