PARAMETRIC

Designed in 3D, compressed into two dimensions. The surface was modelled in 3ds Max, then collapsed along a single axis — flattened, but never losing its depth. The pattern still reads as three-dimensional. Later applied to glass walls in the Memorial Zorlu project. Shared widely, built once. 

Parallel lines, nothing more — until the surface beneath them moves. Compression and release made visible through spacing alone. The form is never drawn, only implied. 

Hexagonal cells mapped onto a shifting surface — stretching where the form pulls, shrinking where it folds. The same cell, endlessly deformed. Skin that knows where it is. 

A perforated shell that breathes. The openings shrink and grow with the curvature of the form — tightest where the surface bends hardest. Somewhere between organism and object. 

A surface that folds back on itself — cells pressing into the curve, deepening in the shadow. Dense, tactile, almost reptilian. The form doesn't open up. It coils. 

A spherical form wrapped in continuous rings — each one slightly rotated, slightly spaced. The structure reveals itself only at the opening, where the layers compress into darkness. Order made physical. 

Lines that lost control — then found a form. Thousands of curves pulled by the same force, collapsing into density at one end, dissolving into almost nothing at the other. Motion frozen mid-release. 

A surface built from repetition. Hexagonal cells stretched and compressed across a curved form — the geometry stays constant, the density shifts. Structure as skin. 

The same surface logic, two different skins. Cells that respond to curvature — densest at the fold, open at the crest. Material changes, behaviour stays the same. 

A parametric shell suspended between mountain and water. The surface cells compress and expand with the tension of the form — taut at the joints, open at the crown. Fog does the rest. 

A surface that reads like excavated bone — porous, aged, worn by time. Cavities carved into the material like caves or fairy chimneys, neither fully natural nor fully designed. Light lives inside the hollows.