Thesis of Master of Architecture, RISD 2016

It was such a long journey,

I can't close my eyes.

Could you see a star passing by the gooney?

That is an envelope sent towards the past.

Season: Hey grandpa! Look, I'm good at surfing now!

Grandfather: Take care! The wind is chilly today. Fall is here!

Grandfather: I shall hurry the net, get more sardines. I Promised the grocer to exchange a bottle of whale oil with a sardine bin. Season, come back! You should make clams for lunch today! Did you hear me?

Season: Yes, I'll be back soon!

Captain: Hurry up, the school of shark is here! Let's get a big harvest!

Sailor: No captain, a storm is close. The whole ship will be wiped out!

Captain: Raise all sails! Put down all small boats! Move towards the sharks!

Breathing is waving

Eave after storm

sky is blue

Red, green, and yellow

A bird cut through

Dream, butterfly, and rainbow

Season: Did you get the message?

Wife: What?

Season: Aaron Lopez, his daughter is going to marry a banker next week. We are invited to the wedding.

Wife: Oh really? That's great!

Season: Pass me the envelope in the third drawer. I will talk to the importer today. Make sure that I can get the Bluefin tunas.

Older Brother: I'll be at the helm today, ok?

Older Brother: Is the leg still painful?

Older Brother: Bring the ointment with you. We will get a swordfish! Look, what a beautiful day!

Painter: I'm glad you are here. You can help decide which of us is right and which of us is wrong. I was just telling Pablo that this doesn't capture Adriana. It has universality but no objectivity...

Look how he's done her. Dripping with sexual innuendo, carnal to the point of smoldering and...

Yes, she's beautiful, but it's a subtle beauty, an implied sensuality. I mean, what is your first impression of Adriana?

All the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players.

They in and out,

like people on the off a train.

Train is a moving stage.

Stage is a flowing life.

Life has the end,

but stage has no zero.

Look at the lights, thousands of million. No one can tell how many lights there are. Each light is a home. Each home has its own story. Love, hatred, life and death. Do you believe that, when we are standing here, numerous stories are happening, being or ending. Stories exists with lights. Could you figure out how many different stories are hidden in those lights? So, no matter your story or mine is just a drop in the ocean.

Grandson: Grandpa, is that true the tides come and back, but never take my prints?

Season: Yes! Just like the star goes east and west, but never shadow on the earth.