Jun '05 - May '06
Work binge one.
I'm edgy. I'm exhausted of documents. I'm tired. I haven't had time to devote to essays. I wierding out. There's two weeks left. This is catharsis. Someone asked for my work. Sure why not. Time for the fun. I'm typring into the entry window, not cutting and pasting from word. If i missspell, color it automatic. Unedited and i'll hesitate from doing so.Quotes because it seems like its talking. Images because they seemed sexxxy, and because i could make fum of them.
"This was the final from first year. Something about two apatment occupants, and the apartments that occupied the alleyway between thier two buildings. The occupants entered from the opposing buildings, and the main design was in the circulation. I thought doors avearged 3'6" at the time. Carry a tapemeasure during architecture school."
"This was fun. Second year, A section model of a house. We still hadnt taken structure."
"Way way way too into Eisenman for a second year 2b student. Can they tell? Then i noticed the gypsum board and stucco on one too many an Eisenman building. Decon deprogramming began here."
"A third year museum in Fresno. The outdoor courtyards worked, the museum blowed ass. The panels for this museum were the last set of hand-done presentation drawings i was ever gonna do, and i knew it. So, these were the last hurrah with mylar, paint, acetone, rapidograph and ink, shading film, transfer letters, pencil and charcoal. The nineties were over, but these were a fun farewell."
"fourth year dwelling for lyceum. This concrete thing in the forest, large fallen sequoia trees hoisted into the air, post-tensioned, and allowed to sprout subsequent sequoias as a "mother log". Sooner or later, the thing would collapse, the pile would sprout more sequoias, but the concrete piles could be reinhabited. A romantic notion more than anything else."
"Third year. A lotta people say in third year they do a project that feels for the first time like thier own progeny. I think this NOAA archives library was that. Curiously, the storage of this library was not books, but maps. Again, the splendor of hindsight, the library really blows: a big ramp that i remember had a lotta big talk behind it, but the ramp, the library, is just a double-loaded corridor. Nothing that demands such big talk, but I don't know that at the time. That's the fun. Jim Stafford, Greg Walsh, good project. Still kinda jock the facade. That's why its turned on its side."
When the volume of the workload makes me ready to( **EDIT**) again, instead we'll trip down this memory lane again with another entry and more cathartic commentary.