#architect

The architect must be a prophet... a prophet in the true sense of the term... if he can't see at least ten years ahead don't call him an architect. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

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The architect should strive continually to simplify; the ensemble of the rooms should then be carefully considered that comfort and utility may go hand in hand with beauty. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#beauty #carefully #comfort #considered #continually

All fine architectural values are human values, else not valuable. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#else #fine #human #human values #valuable

Organic architecture seeks superior sense of use and a finer sense of comfort, expressed in organic simplicity. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#comfort #expressed #finer #organic #seeks

Maybe we can show government how to operate better as a result of better architecture. Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#beautiful #better #chicago #city #eventually

The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines - so they should go as far as possible from home to build their first buildings. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#architect #as far as #build #buildings #bury

Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#architecture #civilization #culture #demands #downfall

A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#architect #bury #clients #doctor #his

That not all men are piggy, only some; that not all men belittle me, only some; that not all men get mad if you won’t let them play Chivalry, only some; that not all men write books in which women are idiots, only most; that not all men pull rank on me, only some; that not all men pinch their secretaries’ asses, only some; that not all men make obscene remarks to me in the street, only some; that not all men make more money than I do, only some; that not all men make more money than all women, only most; that not all men are rapists, only some; that not all men are promiscuous killers, only some; that not all men control Congress, the Presidency, the police, the army, industry, agriculture, law, science, medicine, architecture, and local government, only some. I sat down on the lawn and wept. ↗

— Joanna Russ

#patriarchy #sexism #architecture

Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…each one resonated under the step of the dancing mad god, vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery, or hunger, or architecture, or argument, or cabbage or murder or concrete across the aether. The weft of starlings’ motivations connected to the thick, sticky strand of a young thief’s laugh. The fibres stretched taut and glued themselves solidly to a third line, its silk made from the angles of seven flying buttresses to a cathedral roof. The plait disappeared into the enormity of possible spaces. Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web. It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept... ..I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god. ↗

— China Miéville

#life-s-tapestry #spider #tapestry #the-fates #the-weaver