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It's The Matter of Trust

"If you don't trust in the the drawings, don't expect us to trust in you. ".there go my emotional remarks. =.=

I really get frustrated when people say, architects don't understand reality, they learnt theories, only do drawings, and drawings are never the same as the built.

Well, true it is, drawings are lines on paper. there are made out of inks... and of course they are not the same as the built. The accuracy also varies, depending on the scale of the project, the experience of the architects and draftsmen and many other factors. But hey, we were not only taught and trained to dream, but also to make the dream build-able. People had been drawing on walls and slates to plan buildings since forever. The purpose of the drawings is not just to visualize the idea and work on the building, but to guide and access the whole building process... so you don't get lost at some points not knowing how to connect a low wall to a roof... or run out of budget because some parts of the building have not been taken into consideration prior to the whole building process. When you have the drawings in hand, you can do the budget easily, sort out the 'impossible' bits where you need special expertise, or simply demand for an alteration. Architects are the problem solvers. 

A drawing is never perfect, so do other skills. It is a subject to change and improvement, and so do other skills. The problem with many of our contractors is they do things out of their head, off the drawings, shrinking the budget wherever its possible and employ the only method that they possess in hand justifying that other proposed techniques are nonsense (when the real reason is it'll probably cost a bit more) and deal with the consequences latter (by running away). 

I'm talking about the common situation in small private projects, where no engineers and project managers whatsoever. Where the architect sits in between the client and the builder, getting beaten to death by both. hahaa... 

Well well well, who am I to criticize the experienced people in this industry, the contractors especially... I'm just an inexperienced architect-to-be. a budak kecik anak hingusan of the insdustry, who is still crying in the cradle... needing to be fed by others... but at this point, I've seen how worst a situation can be, and how much it affects a building progress when the client, architects and builder constantly disagree due to one only reason, the builder just don't listen. 

NOTE: I wish not to marry an architect, a contractor, a builder or anyone in the industry.... I believe marriage itself gives enough reasons for the couples to fight... therefore, professionalism shouldn't add to the stress.. 

Comments

lara aisya said…
true...for once why don't "they" just listen for 2nd opinion....

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