My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
Anatomical Drawings of Staircase Spaces A Book by Tomoyuki Tanaka ShibuyaDetailPlatformsSpiralDescent+3 More Back to the Drawing BoardSection-perspective drawingKengo Kuma's sketches architecturedrawingtransportationart
Platforms Show image 0 Show image 1 Original by Tanaka, and my own digital tracing. Tablets have caught up