Athens, Greece
This image began as a study in control—but ended as a meditation on rhythm.
What drew me wasn’t the structure’s symmetry, but its tension. The repetition is strict, almost militaristic—line after line, peak after peak—yet something about it feels exposed, even vulnerable. Like a breath held too long.
What drew me wasn’t the structure’s symmetry, but its tension. The repetition is strict, almost militaristic—line after line, peak after peak—yet something about it feels exposed, even vulnerable. Like a breath held too long.
My intent wasn’t to glorify precision, but to question it.
How far can repetition go before it becomes fragile?
Where does structure stop feeling safe—and start feeling suffocating?
How far can repetition go before it becomes fragile?
Where does structure stop feeling safe—and start feeling suffocating?
This isn’t just architecture.
It’s the sound of order beginning to crack.
It’s the sound of order beginning to crack.
