Architecture, it is said, is the mother of the Arts. It is the only art form that can be experienced from within and from all sides. It is sculptural – a cornucopia of color and texture, surfaces and edges. It is “frozen music” as Goethe said, sacred, and mathematical. It dances to melodies made of stone and steel, harmonies of bent glass and drifting concrete. Architecture emulates Nature, expresses thoughts and ideas, and communicates the metaphoric symbolism of our place in the Universe. It is language. It is prepositional. It embodies movement, canonizing the ritual aspects of society and culture.