[DTSS Model] - Laser Build Process

The past 2 weeks I've been building a 6' x 5' model of the developer's stake of Silver Spring.  It's not the largest model I have assembled, but what makes this commission particularly challenging is its ability to travel with ease.  The model breaks down into portable quadrants, but requires incredibly precise seams to maintain a level of quality throughout the topography.  Fortunately, I had access to one of my favorite tools; the Laser Cutter.  Rigging-up a squared-fence along the workbench allowed the cuts to align precisely along the seams, hopefully alievating some chances for human error.  To save materials, costs, and time, I always set-up my files to cut every fourth topo line, resulting in a stair-stepping of the cut pieces.  To insure the heights of the topography align at the seams, a series of laser-cut columns prop-up the floating surface of the model.  The measuring, calculations, and process is tedious and requires alot of front-end work in CAD, but the time/money saved is well-worth the effort.



 

[The Process]

[Thesis] - Reinterpreting Our Boundaries and Communities

"Community is a deceptive social term."

- Richard Sennett, The Uses of Disorder

We understand communities as a unified body of individuals sharing common interests, values,
and/or beliefs.  However, many anthropologists agree communities are founded on ideals of homogeneity and rely on an elaborated opposition to otherness.  This cultural construct of boundaries imposed between our communities can thwart progressive thinking and learning through experiences outside of our comfort zone.  Since boundaries are human interpretations of varying degrees of similarities and differences apparent in the world, multiple interpretations are applicable in all situations.  The objective of the thesis is to avoid Utopian projections of stitching divided communities together, but to instead propose forms which imply the multitude of interpretations available along a prominent boundary in Baltimore, MD.  The motivation of such a form is to provide a social commentary of our conception of contained communities and promote interaction amongst people of varying backgrounds.

San Francisco 2013

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Memory Place Essay and Collage

Plunging into the lukewarm depths, the volume of the water absorbs my body. Swimming downward towards the forest floor as ripples of sunlight dance between the trees, the water flows over my skin in a cool wisp. I take a breath; extraordinary, as my lungs fill with life. the water.... is light; airy, but smells of pine. 

The underbrush sways back and forth in harmony as my body hovers along the lake's bottom. The trees reach upward toward the glowing, oscillating surface above. The sun peaking through the limbs offers no warmth, as the water shelters my body in a numbing, thick embrace. My limbs are slow and heavy, but free and hanging in anti-gravity.

A large, decaying tree gradually lays down before me. Though falling in grace, the muffled thud carries the weight of 10 tons. The tree's corpse is still, but the debris is pungent and curling. Compost hits my face as the smell of decomposing bark fills my nostrils; a damp, warm sensation. The texture is gritty. I can feel the flecks sticking to my tongue. The taste is of the inside of an old barrel, left to rot; I struggle to rid my mouth of the dirt, but the taste lingers.

I pick a strange fruit from a nearby branch. The speckled-shape rests comfortably in my grasp. As I press the fruit against my tongue, the fuzzy-texture tickles my lip. Sweet flesh floods my mouth and overflows from my teeth. The taste is temporary; fading, and I quickly gorge the sweet fruit, leaving only the chewy stem to remain.

I compress my legs and push off the spongy, forest's bottom. I dart upward toward the water's surface, the liquid rushing through my hair and limbs. The weight of the water is gradually relieves pressure from my head as I ascend from the dim depths.

As I break the surface, the bright light of the sun-soaked world blinds my sight and I clench my eyes. My blood plummeting to my feet, as I soar higher and higher. My breathing becomes short and fast as I clutch desperately at thin weightless air. My body is heavy and gravity overwhelms my mind. My trajectory turns downward to the landscape 1000 feet below. My gut is in my throat and a crescendo of violins resonates in my heart. I'm falling, falling, Falling, FALLING!


                                  The silence bares a slight ringing in my ears. The darkness is thick and ambiguous. The amorphous cushion caresses my head in warmth and comfort. My consciousness struggles to reorient itself in space and time. My feet press against the cold, splintering floor and the glow overwhelms my vision as my fingers flick the bathroom light-switch.

Attic / Cellar Collage

The cellar is first and foremost the dark entity of the house, the one that partakes of subterranean forces.  Attics are good places to think, dream, play, and write poetry.  Perhaps we need houses in which doors can be slammed shut and things shoved out of the way, into some cellar, attic or closet, to be forgotten for many years, only to be rediscovered much later, perhaps only by children or grandchildren.

- Karsten Harries, Learning from Two Invisible Houses

A collage-response to the readings of Bachelard, Heidegger, and Harries; involving memory, attic, cellar, and the oneiric house.

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