Jasmine: Where Architecture Shares Soul and Sweat 🏗️🔥🧘‍♀️

Once upon a time, I was another girl with a vision of realistic world-building that would take your breath away. And then life happened. I joined the life of the concrete jungle in my role as an Architectural Visualist, yes, but also I became a seeker… a fighter… and ultimately a woman reborn. 🌌✨

I will never forget the moment everything changed—the spiritual awakening where the old me was left behind. At one in the morning, completely consumed with the task of rendering a half-finished skyscraper, I had a realization: "This is not just about buildings. It's about the energy within them." The lines and forms drawn on my computer screen were not just marks on a page—they were the pulse points of the universe. Just like that, I ignited the flame of my dormant soul. 🔥

Now? I triangulate brutalist aesthetics with a zen approach because why shouldn't a gym have a temple-like appearance? Why shouldn't a condominium tower breathe? My final renders do not just illustrate and describe space, but seduce your spirit. (Yeah, I said it. 😉) But really—I recognize that my fitness obsession is not limited to social media, none of this is. It's my ritual. I do deadlifts at dawn, yoga clad in neon lights, and I chase the high of combining endorphins with enlightenment. 💪🧘‍♀️ Some may call that discipline. I call it worship.

So there you have it: Life is too short to have weak glutes and weak energy. So whether I am barrier modelling a high-end luxury penthouse or getting sweaty through my kettlebell circuit, I am in pursuit of one thing—the divine in the details.

PS: I am still a work in progress. I am still making typos. I am still falling in love with the journey. 🙏