Friday, April 23, 2010
Process models
Portals Collage
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Inspiration for Studio
"Take a look at me now
'Cos there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds
And that's what I've got to face."
- Phil Collins, "Against the Odds"
A Sense of Place
Place is evident by:
the old feel of the materials
the creeping in of tiny weeds whose lifespan exist between train runs, sprouting up continuously
the lack of sizing of wood planks; maintaining more of a natural material
the material used for the planks seem place-based, use of locally available resources
the rails create a dominant flat space; the eye jumps quickly from one rail to the next moving horizontally to complete the spacial composition
the lack of endpoints is unique to the place; overtly continuous, boundless
This place has an important balance between irregular moments that fill up the space, while anchored by stronger elements that create a specific sense of structure, volume and direction that tells you about the movement through the space.
Portals
“Spaces…offer a greater or lesser potential for stopping, passing through, being happy, meeting, being moved, stimulating associations of ideas, and even dreaming.”
In this excerpt, from Elements of Architecture: From form to place, Pierre von Meiss suggests that spaces are static and when human interaction is involved a place develops. Buildings are stationary but places have dynamic qualities. A sort of awareness happens/an emotional growth/ learning occurs. A pulse is created and ripples through time and space. To be vibrant, to contemplate, to simultaneously stand tall and feel small, to rest, to be inspired, to awaken, to transcend
A person can be transported, encouraged to take a journey through places…portals.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wordplay
Impressions of Lasalle Parking Garage
I am not from here
I am from Acadiana, from River Road, from Mississippi mud
I come to the city numb and sleepy-eyed
Looking for inspiration, perspective, a sense of place
There are towers growing out of the earth
Sabotaging the landscape
There are vacant lots with litter and broken bricks
A scarred earthen shape in between street and structure
I am not from here
I am a transient
Moving westward
Absorbing sun and song
Settled on the concrete seven stories high
Looking upward to the heavens
A vast unchartered ocean
Beneath the surface
Currents take over, moving in, flowing out
A place of loneliness, solitude,
Of quiet penetration into the sunset
A far-reaching streetscape
A far-reaching riverscape
I am not from here
I am not from this place


