INDA 2017 2018 ArchDesign 4 Semester 1

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PHASE 1

TEXT OF ARMILLA

BY ITALO CALVINO

Whether Armilla is like this because it is unfinished or because it has been demolished, whether the cause is some enchantment or only a whim, I do not know. The fact remains that it has no walls, no ceilings, no doors: it has nothing that makes it seem a city, except the water pipes that rise vertically where the houses should be and spread out horizontally where the doors should be: a forest of pipes that end in taps, showers, spouts, overBows. Against the sky a lavabo's white stands out, or a bathtub, or some, other porcelain, like late fruit still hanging from the boughs. You would think the plumbers had finished their job and gone away before the bricklayers arrived; or else their hydraulic systems, indestructible, had survived a catastrophe, an earthquake, or the corrosion of termites.

Abandoned before or after it was inhabited, Armilla cannot be called deserted. At any hour, raising your eyes among the pipes, you are likely to glimpse a young woman, or many young women, slender, not tall of stature, luxuriating in the bathtubs or arching their backs under the showers suspended in the void, washing or drying or perfuming themselves, or combing their long hair at a mirror. In the sun, the threads of water fanning from the showers glisten, the jets of the taps, the spurts, the splashes, the sponges' suds.

I have come to this explanation: the streams of water channeled in the pipes of Armilla have remained in the possession of nymphs and naiads. Accustomed to traveling along underground veins, they found it easy to enter into the new aquatic realm, to burst from multiple fountains, to find new mirrors, new games, new ways of enjoying the water. Their invasion may have driven out the human beings, or Armilla may have been built by humans as a votive offering to win the favor of the nymphs, offended at the misuse of the waters. In any case, now they seem content, these maidens: in the morning you hear them singing.

ATMOSPHERICAL REPRESENTATION

OF ARMILLA

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PHASE 2

INDIVIDUAL MATRIX OF CEILINGS

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VERBAL NARRATIVE OF SIAM SQUARE ONE

REGRESSUS

When you arrive in Regressus, you don’t realize it because you move from one level to another progressively by soft levels without realizing it. It’s a continuity of the urban space. You walk from the shadow to the light rather quickly while vegetation try to survive along metallic pipes and climb to the sky in order to find the light between the footbridge.

The smell of the street and the rain reminds you you’re feeling outside but you’re in Regressus. Sometimes you think you are at a place but you are at another because the forms are similar and tangle. You cannot you stop in this place and just go to find the way of you escape to the civilization. You will cross the path of family eating dishes Thai and Japanese sometimes on table sometimes the other.Sometimes you can see people seat and relax near an oasis of water, sometimes you can see them sitting on the slopes which connect the soft levels.

The control atmosphere is useless that is why we have a feeling of backwardness, as if nature and water reclaimed the upper hand over humanity. It seems like there is an exit to the sky and vegetation and water was trying to show us how to achieve through the obstacles. You can feel the wind through Regressus rainy days and show us the direction. It gives a movement has water and sound to the pipes of vegetation. It will never be the same place, Regressus fits over the days and moods of nature. At sunrise you can see the light gradually draw Regressus and bounce light vegetation. The sun can also show the path during the day and when it’s sunset you can admire it in the heights of Regressus.

ATMOSPHERICAL REPRESENTATION OF SIAM SQUARE ONE