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Tiles, Repetition and Patience
Lisbon's azulejos are a lesson in systems: one small square, repeated until it becomes a façade.
From the series · A Lisbon Notebook
By Mara Ellison · Lisbon
The first design system I ever fell in love with was a wall. A whole building in the Alfama, covered in blue and white tiles, each one about fourteen centimetres square. Up close, a single tile is a small, slightly clumsy drawing. From across the street, a thousand of them become a pattern that feels inevitable.[1]
One unit, many surfaces
A tile does not know which wall it will end up on. It only knows how to meet its neighbours: the pattern at its edges continues into the next one. That is the whole trick, and it is the same trick a good component library tries to pull off.
Imperfection as texture
Hand-painted tiles are never identical. The blue pools differently, a line wobbles. Repeated across a façade, those small differences stop reading as mistakes and start reading as life.[2]
What I try to copy
Design the edges first: how a piece meets its neighbours.
Leave room for small variation within a strict system.
Step back often. A system is judged from across the street.[3]
Notes
The National Tile Museum in Lisbon is the best afternoon in the city, and almost never crowded.
Some restorers deliberately repaint replacement tiles a little unevenly so they don't stand out.
I have a photo of that first wall as my desktop background. It has been there for three laptops.
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