Our final project of the semester is indeed an art gallery--we are assigned to choose for ourselves the precise nature of the art that would be hyphothetically displayed. The program is small: a main exhibition space, two video/audio rooms, reception, staff, restrooms, and storage. The site is a small lawn on campus between Pardee Tower, Mark’s Hall, the Alumni House and rose garden, and the main library:
It's an interesting site. Most of the work so far has been focused on intensive site analysis and generating formal responses, all with a very conscious lack of emphasis on program. This is the first project we’ve done with a real site; before they’ve been either entirely abstract or fictional. It’s a big leap: suddenly there are street grids, surrounding buildings, student traffic patterns, and everything else. Some are adjusting well, but I keep catching myself staring past my pages of diagrams, convinced I’ve missed something obvious.
I chose free-standing sculpture for my art, using the floor instead of the walls for display area. That’s really the only strong decision I’ve made so far. A required design element is some kind of ground plane manipulation, so I’m working with models of peeling away the earth in sheets, somewhat inspired by the Keep Off the Grass exhibit at SCI-Arch (where both of my instructors this year have gone). From there, the design direction is still rather hazy. I’ll update as it develops.
On an unrelated note, I worry about the tone of this blog. Too often I come off shrill and flippant, which while unintentional isn’t too far from reality. If the purpose of this entire student blog project is indeed “to provide a voyeuristic view into the environment” of this school, I don’t feel that I’m being inaccurate. So much of my first year has been about insecurity and adaptation. I envy many of you your confidence and focus, but I’m not there yet, and I won’t pretend to be. Someone recently told me that this blog was more personal than the others. I guess that’s appropriate, considering my age. Hopefully some of you enjoy it nonetheless, if only for nostalgia and “aww, wasn’t it nice when it was that easy?” moments.