Project date: 2019
Type: Group work
Co-authors: Egor Orlov, Alexandra Vyazovaya, Anastasia Sibgatullina, Sergey Golovin
This is a story about architecture, about ideas and about possibilities. However, in order to comprehend how all this exists we need to go back to 4 January, the day when the Square appeared.
At first there was just white light. Then the axes appeared. The axes intersected and so the Square came into being.
The Square could only move in two directions: y and z. As he grew he learned about the laws which govern this world. When a figure was born, it felt intuitively that it should become part of something bigger. Then someone told the figure about composition. Thus our Square found out that the purpose in life of every figure was to complete a composition and, in this way, be transformed into architecture. The problem was a shortage of time. Each figure had to succeed in finding its composition before the figure itself disappeared. No one knew how much time was allotted to any figure.
In this world there existed one unusual composition, but up until now no one had succeeded in completing it. It should be added that the majority of figures hadn’t even tried, since it is possible to create a new composition, maybe not such a beautiful one, but at least a complete one. For this reason, for many it was not important what kind of architecture was achieved. The most important thing was to finish before anyone else. The Square, however, was different. When the time came to choose a composition, the Square decided to set out in search of precisely that uncompleted architecture. And so his long journey began.
After some years of wanderings, passing through forests of perpendiculars and a desert of rays, he found it. A majestic, unique composition, towering above the earth. It was as though this composition was suspended in the air, just like an uncompleted chord, almost transformed into architecture. He approached the edge of the infinite composition and said to the elderly Triangle,
“I wish to become part of it!”
“Ha-ha, no, what are you talking about?” laughed the Triangle mockingly. “We don’t need common figures, we need a dominant!”
“Take me!” shouted the Square. “I know I can do it!”
“No, you don’t fit, sorry.”
“But what can I do? I have renounced everything in order to find you.”
“Try seeking the advice of the Sage. Maybe he will tell you what to do.”
“How can I find him?”
“Go to the start of the coordinate and you’ll find out.”
And so the Square continued his wanderings. One day when he was passing through a clearing of radii he noticed a terrifying figure. He had never seen anything like it. It was a Polygon. The Square remembered that in his childhood he had heard scary stories about polygons, about how they kidnap regular figures and turn them into monsters. No one really believed in the existence of these polygons, and everyone thought that they were simply fantasy. The Square froze in his tracks. The Polygon advanced slowly towards him. He was so frightened that he could not understand what it was saying to him, and he decided to count its angles. There were eight! He was about to run away, when suddenly he heard:
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t believe you, you’re a Polygon!”
“Please, don’t run away. I have something very important to tell you.”
The Square was overcome by curiosity, and he decided to listen:
“What can you tell me? You are all irregular figures! And all your ideas are irregular!”
“No, we are just different.”
And the Polygon began to tell how all the figures, which had been rejected by the regular figures, had gathered together and created their own compositions. These compositions also became architecture, but completely different architecture. He was sure that in the future all the figures would unite again and would begin to create complex, original compositions together.
“Come with me, I’ll show you our Kingdom!” said the Polygon.
“I can’t, I’m travelling to the start of the coordinate. I need to find the Sage.”
“Do you still believe that he really exists? It’s a fairy tale!”
“Until today I didn’t believe that polygons existed.”
“Interesting,” said the Polygon thoughtfully, “OK, let’s go, and I’ll show you something interesting”.
It seemed to the Square that they had literally just turned the corner and he was blinded. After a minute he became accustomed to the light and understood that he was surrounded by thousands of polygons. They were bright because they reflected the sun’s rays. He himself shone because of them! The space around the Square became distorted, it was broken, and the Square saw the world from a new angle! He spent the whole day in the Kingdom of the polygons. It was so exciting. There were so many unusual, beautiful compositions and combinations which he had never seen before. However, it was time for him to continue on his way. As he was leaving one of the elderly Polygon said:
“Remember, you should never judge by first impressions.”
The Square went on. He crossed high mountain peaks, through freezing vectors, and finally he saw ahead of him the highest peak – the vanishing point. The Square was very happy, and, overcoming pain and fear, he reached the summit. It was the start of the coordinate. At first he didn’t see the Sage, but, recalling what the elderly Polygon had said to him, he looked more carefully and then it became clear. He saw the intersection point, and that was the Sage. The Square ran towards him, but with each step the point became further away, and it seemed that the Square wasn’t moving forwards. Something was wrong.
“I want to become part of a composition!” shouted the Square.
“Then, come to me,” he heard the voices all around him.
“Nothing is like it seems to be at first glance.”
The Square thought for a moment. How could he reach the point, if it was so far away? Exactly! At this moment he looked at the vanishing lines in another way. They were no longer lines that intersected far away in the distance, but the axes y and z, situated on the same plane as the Square. Now it was easy for him to go to the point, just as he had done in his childhood.
“Well done!” said the Sage. “That was your first test! You did it. Now clear your mind and imagine that you have no angles, and at the same time an infinite number of angles. You are a Square, but that is only a temporary state. At any moment you can become anything. Project yourself and become a cylinder, and then turn into a circle. Now go, I have given you all that I could.”
There was a ringing sound and the Square once again found himself at the canyon.
As he approached the composition he turned into a circle, and once more he saw the elderly Triangle who said grumpily: “You again…”
But the Square was not upset. He projected himself and changed shape and approached the composition again and again. Suddenly the composition began to leave the plane. Everything all around was transforming itself and changing shape, but the Triangle continued to grumble. Everything was spinning round. It was as if the Square had entered a kaleidoscope of figures, colours and shapes. And then everything began to slow down. He felt that he had become part of architecture. No, it was he who was the architecture.
“Thus began my new life. I have almost forgotten the old one. I see many compositions that have become architecture. Some of them develop, are added to, and some fall into decay. I have become what I wanted to become, but nonetheless I am tormented by my thoughts. I have dreams. I don’t understand them. What are they about? What am I about? What is my purpose? My mission?
I am still deficient. I still feel that I am not complete, there is an emptiness inside me. I need someone to encourage me, to see me and to understand me. Someone who can give a meaning to my composition. I need a human”.