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The Colours of the Courtyard
Somewhere dirty, somewhere clean elevations, in the shades of maroon, the colour differences, just like spilled dies from above. There are no ascents or descents, like everything’s in the same line, like its saying everything’s equal. All the elevations are full of windows in certain ranges, like rejecting the hierarchy. Vaultings on the windows make bents, but there’s linearity in overall. There are inviting gates on all four sides. It’ll show off itself through the rows of windows, does coquetry, makes you impatient, and finally, when you reach the gate, you’ll feel you went into the atmosphere. Everything summons you to the centre. Maybe, the centre made by the central pool. You’ll smell of history on the headings of the columns, pieces of architrave, and the lion sculptures but most of the time you’ll use them to put your hands and feet without caring. Everything works for its function unconsciously. The winter gets so cold that ice covers the pool; you want to walk on it. Green turns into white, then, some time, white turns into green, green turns into red… But there’s a brown stays still, no matter what the leave’s colours, boles of the trees, preserves their colour. Sometimes fallen leaves cover the surface of the pool. Sometimes multi-coloured balloons which made in designing course cover the surface of the pool. Glitters of the sunshine falls on to the blue. The blue turns into a mirror and reflects the reality with all its clarity. Four-sided obscurity forms limits, but on the other hand, opening to the sky offers eternal freedom, which alternating grey to blue. Greys are, banisters, which used for sitting on it, stairs, which hosts the smokers, stones covers the floor, and by two or three window gaps, pipes. They all form a border, a plane, a line, and a texture. Cats, students, teachers, they all joins the texture, colour, harmony, and be as one.