two canvases



another sketch.

a method of thinking.

i have almost three notebooks full of research and development, if you will. all of it is the perpetual amalgamation. my architectural thoughts and explorations. my experiences of place. the influence of memory -- essentially, that all filters together. who knows where one thing actually begins and another ends.


do not think -- wow, ten pages out of multiple notebooks. are you enjoying london itself at all.

i promise. im doing just fine. :)

unfinished


ok, so i completely jumped ahead of myself. i have no idea what this seismograph looks like and i probably shouldnt and i dont even know if it can just be called a seismograph anymore. i know how bits and pieces of it work and how some of those bits combine with others.

i need to look at the motion of the pendulum or the seismograph or the cartographer or the anthropologist. what does the movement of each look like as it records? how are those functions recorded through a specific energy and vibration? what does the drawing look like?

the pen needs ink.


the pen shifts in relation to movements|vibrations within the earth. the seismograph pulls up sediment from the muddy intermediate soils to use the sludge as the recording media. the reclamation of mud occurs by first loosening the earth with focused streams in order to make it available for the change of pressure within the tube. these ropes of focused water coil around the tube -- visually weaving between the energy of the earth and the inflicted streams. the pen contains a reservoir for the sediment below the water that continually pushes through the viscosity for documentation.

mud as ink

what are some ways i could play with mud? test the movements and properties?

im looking for suggestions here.

deposition



testing the selection of mud as ink. i am understanding more about the characteristics of this material. the state of movement with and without water. when the mud and water are deposited separately versus together. when they are housed in the same compartment. the forced deposition versus the elicited. the potential for the mud to control itself. what it is capable of.

beautiful

series of old airplane engines. pretty incredible.


how come these things weren't exposed?

architectural tactic

throughout the technological advances of humanity, architecture has been the means with which we can consider previous generations -- understand their priorities, trials, and ethics. places with past look to their buildings to tell their stories and understand their own identities. as we confront the challenges of current architectures, there is no longer a desire or ability to create new constructions in the way we have always understood them. when the future reminisces, what will exist in order to understand today? is there anything worth remembering?

the essence of place has been buried within the river soils for millennia, the histories of time. yet, as the present travels down the same course and diminishes into open waters, it can no longer be recorded in layers of earth. the seismograph is a register for changes and developments in energies, priorities that the traditional built environment is no longer capable of enduring. an architecture that records the conditions and transfers their evaluations into chronicles of present -- eventually becoming a measured record within the stratum.

seismograph, continued.

generally, the purpose of a seismograph is to record intensity and direction of earthly oscillations in the context of time. specifically, relative to my project, the purpose of the seismograph is to record the intensity and duration of the energy, strength, and currents of the river. when viewed as a device for charting the river's view of culture in the context of time, it becomes a method to evaluate a country. if the mud of the river is the ink of the seismograph and varied movements lend to different markings, then the seismograph no longer merely exists to record the succession and variation of the earth's tremors.

seismograph

how could i begin to measure the currents and energy of the river? the resultant waterflow?

a recording instrument for the river. the energy of the river causes oscillations within the seismograph.

what does it write on? how is it supported? what do the variances in energy mean? can different vibrations cause different markings?

mud as ink.

different movements lead to different consistencies of mud? how does mud mark? how can technology influence those markings?

maybe this measuring|recording device becomes a massive indicator and displacer of the muddy waters.

still working drawings.

looking at the deposition of sediment in the riverbed. the layers that creates in conjunction with courses of the River through time.


a sort of seismograph to begin to register the energies moving with the currents. how those filter through the lens.



the tectonic shifts and movements beneath the surface around the Fault. how do those coincide with the River and its history.



the City as a place that stalls the motion. slows it down to see it and collect the acquired energies.


the speed that sends the sediment out into the open seas. the channel carved deeper with every setting of the course.






a closer look.

thinking through the River. in relation to previous post.


through the looking glass. speed. power. waste. mud. how do the geometries of the culture on the surface transform as they filter through the lens?


what does motion look like? movement of objects? that speed solidified in layers of time and place?


what does the space between the waters indicate? within the folds of the land, lie the geological histories dispersed by the currents. what story is to be told?


somehow, the products of the Country are filtered through this one place. residue of everywhere speeding through the Crescent City. what does the River see?

what is to be seen on the surface is drastically different than the story told underneath. when does the story end? how can it be recorded? does that record become the transformation?


venice



one of the most bazaar places i have ever been in my life.

walking the length of the city in about an hour, with limited italian communication capabilities and endless dead end alleys. watching limitless tourists and sought imagery, the place seemed to be an icon with a temporary existence. a place that might just vanish when the tourism industry fades and society in general loses interest. what happens to places of such history when the technology that attempts to fortify them is also the cause of their demise?

standing in piazza san marco, watching temporary bridges be constructed, wondering why, was there a parade or celebration in my future? looking from the workers, to the tourists, to the drains and realizing that the puddles in the center of the city were not subsiding, but growing. seeing their edges swell and diminish and swell again, releasing water into the heart of a place that is known by all...



the city is drowning from the inside and the solution is to erect pedestrian bridges 18 inches above the ancient pathways. there is no city there already. there is a skeleton of the past that does not house a current civilization or society. through the looking glass of place, without any occupants to see.

what happens when people lose the desire to visit?



the city will just wash away.