National Treasure Artist

Chapter 172 Legendary Story (and more)

For designers, the concept of time is constantly emphasized and trained by instructors since the beginning of their learning career.

There is no difference between one minute late and one hour late for the set screenshot time.

Therefore, in this industry, staying up late, staying up all night, and brushing the night are common things.

Even the masters cannot arbitrarily exceed the time in a bidding, which is an unspoken rule recognized by the whole industry.

A month passed quickly, and the plans of the three talented designers had advanced to the final stage, but Bai Gongtong's progress seemed to have not yet started.

This is a very scary thing. There is only half a month left in the screenshot time, and Bai Gongtong's team has not yet started to deliberate on the plan.

If the truth of the incident is spread, there will be another uproar.

Su Mu, Qianhe, Guangbai, and Chen Lin's hearts became more and more tense, and there was a haze on their faces.

They kept reminding, but all the answers they got were Bai Gongtong's words: "It's not yet time."

"Not yet?"

"When will it start?"

Seeing that every day was about to pass, Bai Gongtong found another stack of books about Australian aboriginal culture from nowhere, and distributed them to the people in Sumu, telling them that these books were of great use.

So in the restlessness, I forced myself to read.

At this moment, everyone is extremely depressed, but at the same time they can only choose to trust unconditionally.

By the window, Bai Gongtong stood with her arms folded, her brows were indifferent and her face was calm.

Regarding the Sydney Opera House, he still has the last bottleneck that has not been resolved, and the interweaving of Aboriginal culture and the Opera House is checking and balancing him.

Davidia involucrata is looking for a point that can integrate and balance the modern opera house and the sacred place of the aborigines.

During this month, he has already conducted in-depth research on indigenous culture, and now he is only waiting for the last moment of inspiration.

The tighter the time, the more peaceful Gongtong's heart was, and countless ideas kept appearing and being rejected.

In his mind, the image of another master appeared.

That is one of the four standard-bearers of modernism, a master in the United States, whose full name is Frank Lloyd Wright.

The master once left behind a classic and timeless residence called Falling Water Villa.

Fallingwater occupies an important position in the history of modernist architecture. It is considered to be the continuation of family outlook, outlook on life, and values, and the reflection of the ultimate ideal of human life.

His owner, Kaufman, even believes that this villa cannot be owned by an individual, but that he should belong to all mankind.

So in a certain year, Kaufman resolutely donated Fallingwater Villa to the American government. At the handover ceremony, he gave a speech: "The beauty of Fallingwater Villa is still as fresh as the nature it matches. It was once a wonderful residence. But not only that, it is a work of art, beyond the usual meaning!"

"Together the house and the site form an image of the union, equivalence and integration with nature that man desires."

"It is a work made by man for himself, not one man for another, and with such a strong implication that it is a public property, not a private treasure!"

From this evaluation, you should be able to appreciate a thing or two, and you can feel the boundless value of this house from the hands of a master.

But it is this eternal residence that has another legendary anecdote that is astonishing and amazing during the design period.

In 1934 in that world, Mr. Kaufman invited Master Wright to design a weekend house for him. His land was far away from the road, surrounded by high cliffs, lush vegetation and gurgling streams.
The trickling stream and the beautiful scenery left an unforgettable impression on the master. The master decided to combine the villa with the music of the flowing water, so he eagerly asked for a terrain map with every big stone and trees over 6 inches in diameter. picture.

Master Wright remembered every big rock and every tree in his mind, but he never started to write. He thought hard and only patiently waited for the moment when the inspiration came.

Even on the last day of the appointment, the master's drawings were still empty.

On this day, Mr. Kaufman called Master Wright to come to check the drawings, but Wright agreed with a peaceful smile under the panic of the apprentice assistants.

Because, at that moment, the inspiration came.
Holding a pen and paper, the brush strokes are swaying, and the lines are graceful and free and easy.

At the moment when Mr. Kaufman was knocking on the door, the last stroke was drawn, and the world was amazed, and the classic artwork was completed to the world!

At the same time, the epic story that made people look up and admire began to spread, and it also added a lot of mystery to the classic Falling Water Villa.
The figure of Master Wright and his calm demeanor are separated by a world, and a piece of time and space affects Davidia involucrata.

Without the influence of the legend of the master, even Bai Gongtong would not be able to sit still at this time.

He may panic under the oppression brought by that approaching time, and may decide to abandon the aborigines and just move out of the Sydney Opera House in another world as it is.

But if this is the case, then this incident will always become a knot in Gongtong's heart, and he will lose in his own hands one day.

Time flies, just as Master Confucius looked at the mighty and turbulent river on the river bank thousands of years ago, and said loudly: "The dead are like a husband, and they will never give up day and night."

In the blink of an eye, it was another week, and there were less than seven days left before the screenshot day.

The Sydney Opera House competition is coming to an end, and because of the particularity of the competition here, the design circles around the world have gradually heated up until boiling.

More and more designers, and even practitioners in related industries have begun to focus their attention on Sydney and the four future leaders who stand at the top of young designers.

This is the competition of classical genre and modernism!
Someone said excitedly.

The jury group began to upgrade. Under the leadership of designer Sa Lining, the original ten judges became a whole with one vote.

The rest of the votes came from established masters, from classical genres to modernist and even giants in the design circle of island countries, who spontaneously sent applications to the organizing committee.

In the past, these rare high-profile masters could not even be invited, but at this moment, the application letters from the big bosses came like snowflakes.

On this day, the European classical genre first shook.

Marcel Nereski, the contemporary patriarch of the Nereski family, announced in a high profile that he will join the jury of the Sydney Opera House Competition.

Soon, the head of eclecticism, the Swedish master Martin Klaisson issued the same statement one after another.

Soon, American modernist designers were shocked.

Two modern masters came together, masters Seamus Chwast and Jamie Drake issued a statement at the same time.

In the end, Kisho Kurokawa and Kenzo Tange, world-class masters of the island nation, made the same decision.

The voices of the two leaders in the field of architectural design in the island country caused the design circle in the island country to boil!

In one day, the successive appearances of these news shocked countless people like a major earthquake.

Even people with a discerning eye can see that the arrival of this big boss is also to some extent for the posture of the heirs of their respective genres!
In the hotel where Bai Gongtong gathered, Qianhe and Guangbai gathered in front of the computer, watching the heated discussions in the International Architects Forum, and seeing the scene getting bigger and bigger, their faces became more and more serious.

There is still a week, and the progress of the entire vast opera house is still zero. No matter how much I trust Bai Gongtong, I don't think there is still a chance.

They consciously fell into a desperate situation, which is a desperate situation where even a miracle cannot happen!

(End of this chapter)