YINJISPACE use media professional’s unique perspective,try to explore the essence of life behind the design works.
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YINJISPACE use media professional’s unique perspective,try to explore the essence of life behind the design works.
© 粤ICP备19077098号
Silver seconds drip from aluminum eaves, Reflecting dandelion-soft halos, Rain grinds ink between corrugated tiles, Ripples dissolve in cyclical melt. Moss hoards subterranean dampness, The hour hand sprouts from bruised earth, Whispering crystalline secrets, Senses drown in congealed turbulence, Misting an endless clandestine tale.
Shards from memory’s depths carry emotional gravity that transcends time – floating through consciousness with razor-edged haze, elusive to logic yet piercing life’s numbness in sudden flashes.
Washed red travertine veins reveal ancient lakebed sediment. The moon gate’s curved tile wall sinks downward, ink-spreading in suspended crimson waters, settling entire cacophonies. Warm isolated light caresses a corner, a clump of grass. Beyond flickering candles, trembling woods. Between fragmented walls and crevices – Stillness invites voyeuristic glimpses.
Scattered memory-puzzles reassemble, Reconstructed recollections awaken. When reality’s code aligns with memory’s cipher, Dormant spacetime erupts alive. These overlapping fragments become soul’s antidote – Logic retreats, sensation flows into form. The old roast duck garden perches among concrete giants. Its fifth-floor terrace becomes an aerial oasis – Design philosophy radiates from this central courtyard, Weaving garden pathways through architecture.
Movement follows garden promenade logic. Elevator doors part: courtyard walls intercept vision, Guiding eyes to open-air greenery. Sunshine today shakes off damp birds ,Skimming vast water disks– implanted memory-oases. Superfluities shed, we enter bearing tributary emotions.
Zigzag ramps embrace courtyard walls, Transforming the atrium into staged theater. Red travertine from the gardens climbs these walls – Western ruin-classicism collides with Chinese corridors ,Framing views through ash-toned walls and white apertures.
The courtyard opens arms to nature’s moods: Sunbaths, rain-kisses, snow-drapes, seasonal choreography. The central vase’s floral arrangement still wears adolescent hues. Sunlight aggressively invades reopened skylights, Shattering walls into cubist fragments. Deep in the atrium, light falters. Dark serpentine corridors control the promenade rhythm. Anticipated private rooms: perhaps with miniature courtyards, Where garden branches stretch through windows. Or absolute silence, where one hears sunlight caressing cracks in white walls.
Original wooden beams, lintels, stone slabs preserved. The duck oven maintains tradition. Local mounting stones, Pillow rocks, lattice windows become corner guards, Plinths, side tables – functional artistry. Oxidized copper breathes light spots. Wooden Taihu rocks soften rigidity. Red travertine dialogues with red-white plaster walls – Material conversations stretching spacetime.
This garden-born narrative , Becomes emotion’s transformer, Cycling......Perpetual renaissance. Incomplete fragment-puzzles,Maintain fractures, Cracks themselves become new aesthetics, They’ll ferment anew, Vines entwining the present, Completing an entire epoch.
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