A little background on the project...
The assignment was to create two small meditation spaces for a writing student. These projects were to attachment themselves to the Architecture Building up here on campus. One design was to be parasitic in nature and the other symbiotic. Also, one was to be used just for the summer months while the other just for the winter ones.
Given how ambiguous I thought the assignment was, I had to come up with something. The one that resembles a "caterpillar" :P was the parasitic one. It's form actually represents Mitosis, cellular division. The exterior was built out of sheet metal and then lined with a wood finish on the interior. The Parasitic one attached itself to the exterior of the architectural library allowing the inhabitant to selfishly use whatever literature they desired. It also blocked any daylight that could have been used for other students. The other meditation space attached itself in a less intrusive space. The symbiotic one was accessed from a small window inside a professor's office. The striated form created by the wood used on the exterior of the symbiotic one mimicked the flow of students around the architecture building.
Anyway, now you have a little taste of the rhetoric that I have to use up here at school.
So now for the embarrassing part...
For this project I also had to do some writing. In fact, I had to write two poems! I had to write a poem for each meditation space. I am going to admit that writing the poems was harder than coming up with the architecture and building the models. I thought I had thrown those poems away, but I found them on my Hard Drive so here they are:
Poem 1
My mind explodes with things to say
And with stories from my past
And with stories from my past
My hand tries to write it all
But my mind is much too fast
Now silence grows and time ticks past
I find myself staring at the wall
Strange…I thought of so many things before
And now I can’t think of anything at all
My anger rises and impatience grows
My thoughts begin to roam
And I won’t lie, I hope this is
The last time I ever have to write a poem.
I don’t understand this place
It’s extremely new to me
And I am all alone – no one alike
As far as I can see
Whether this new sadness or just because
I have a sudden need for food
So I’ll need to eat what I can find
To finally change this mood
I consume the thing nearest to me
My purpose here is now revealed,
I can’t seem to eat enough of this
Any lacking part of me is healed
And just as I begin my fun
The world around me spits me out
The light turns dark, the food turns bad
No one to hear me shout
It seems as fast as life began
It ends for me tonight
But when I wake or get born again
I’ll promise…I’ll up the fight
The host outside feels better now
It’s healing and on the mend
And though this story has been short
It’s now come to the end.
Poem 2
Doodles and scribbles
Is all my pen produces
Sketches and cartoons
Is the plural for moose, mooses?
Comfort and relaxation
Help the concentration
Writer’s block and distractions
Are parts of mental constipation
Stories and chapters
Can bring thoughts and laughter
Periods and commas
Can follow dragons and lamas.
Well, I hope you enjoy this little slide show. A little side note, I did these at 4 in the morning just several hours before I had to present. I remember having to drink a couple of Red Bulls to make it through my presentation. Man, architecture school is awesome! :P
1 comment:
Wow! A designer and a writer! You've been hiding your true abilities. I am completely impressed with the outcome of these assignments. So happy that you found the poems so you could share them with us.
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