Sample Personal Statement for Architectural Design It is once said that architecture is frozen music, and a nice building is a beautiful poem ever composed on the fragrant ground. The artistic glamour and practical applicability make it a perfect combination of both beauty and practicality. In the long history of mankind's development, pieces of magnificent movements have been constantly composed, and scores of exquisite verses have been written. This is reflected in those marvelous structures as
Mies van der Rohe's Theatre Project of 19471 Introduction Many publications exist on the work of the renowned architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe (Aachen, 1886 – Chicago, 1969). However, little attention has been given to the Theatre project that Mies designed and exhibited in 1947 (Figure 1).2 In fact, publications have described this project through a few sentences or even omitted it all together.3 The present article addresses this research gap by exploring the context and design theme, the
everyone deserves. If I were to live in Belgium I would visit many old building and castles that they have there. And I would even try their food. If I were to wake up as Antoine I would want to tour their several national parks. And I would also want to help build schools for children there or homes for
and windows and the detail carving and outstanding elegance of exteriors which is present on this building contradict the housing and public buildings at the time. This building was more traditional and it was lacking the soft and simple lines which were characteristics of the Modern movement. This building was very decorative with balconies which made the facade stand out. The walls were made of brick; other materials used were marble baseboards, plaster ornaments and art glass on the windows and
Since my childhood, I have ensued a natural affinity for sketching and drawing. It always bestowed me with immense pleasure and satisfaction, and there were many occasions when I have been deeply engrossed in it totally oblivious of the time and happenings around me. As a kid, I have always solicited pleasure, in my surroundings during my encounters with various forms of art-whether it was building, a water body or a tree. I always had a particular interest in sketching sceneries, because in outlining
critically and creatively, to visualize space, and to organize and document the construction of a building or object, I see a way to impact entire communities. When I look out of the window in my flat and see my town being built up with the stock tedious buildings,
Since my childhood, I have ensued a natural affinity for sketching and drawing. It always bestowed me with immense pleasure and satisfaction, and there were many occasions when I have been deeply engrossed in it totally oblivious of the time and happenings around me. As a kid, I have always solicited pleasure, in my surroundings during my encounters with various forms of art- whether it was building, a water body or a tree. I always had a particular interest in sketching sceneries, because in outlining
Brick Lane: Mirroring Nazneen’s Metamorphosis Dr. Hossain Al Mamun Associate Professor Department of English Shahjalal University of Science & Technology Sylhet, Bangladesh mamuneng_sust@yahoo.com +8801711987266 Abstract: Brick Lane (2003) unfolds a story of an immigrant woman—Nazneen, and her journey to Britain from Bangladesh and her all out struggle for getting freedom. Heraclitus comments in the beginning of the novel—“A man’s character is his fate”, but the story presents man’s supremacy
of art & science or the expression of human innovative skills. From the core of my heart, I feel “Architecture” one of the best option which can accomplish my dream, reproduce my emotion & thoughts. My under graduation from Chittagong University of Engineering & Technology has endowed me with a strong & inclusive background in architecture. When I started exploring it in the profundity of the field, I figured out my intensive concern & enthusiasm in “Landscape Architecture”. I don’t divide architecture
you were a person. And you were there, outside my room, waving at me as always with that cute, disarming smile on your face, even as you shivered in the brisk autumn air of the New England evening. I invited you inside. You said you missed me, and I said the same. We spent that night catching up, first talking about you and what you had been up to over the summer, for you’d changed since I last saw you. The Corinthian columns and aged red bricks of your Schoolhouse had been covered with scaffolding