The business of architecture
20070529.1841 When I was younger, maybe 12 or 13 years old, I would daydream about sending a letter to my future self requesting he travel back in time to show me the future. I imagined that I would ask to be collected on the exact date and at the exact time I deposited the letter... Continue Reading →
What is it? A recent exhibition of graduates' work from three casual workshops held by the Victorian College of the Arts. The three workshops run across a full year, covering drawing, painting and sculpture disciplines. The casual workshops have no entry prerequisites, trying to appeal to the widest possible audience. This is a commendable philosophy... Continue Reading →
2010621.1742 Patchwork Piemonte, northern Italy. On the outskirts of a small village called Mombaruzzo, the land is naturally undulating and heavily cultivated. Even the hills of Tuscany cannot compete with the particular-ness of this vista.
20110630.1829 Speed bumps he stomps, traffic lights he chomps. Speed cameras he munches, round-a-bouts he crunches. Stop signs he smashes, roadworks cones he bashes. Traffic jams he corporate elbows.
20100422.1235 Just outside the entry to the Umayyad Mosque in old town Damascus. As the bells for noon prayer sound out across the city, the streets quickly empty, leaving a convoluted tapestry of urban fabric. Power lines, phone lines and washing lines are strung out across the street; courageous vines crawl up the cracks between... Continue Reading →
20110405.1539 In response to the thoughtlessly manufactured solar-powered lights that take a standard light and bolt a north-facing, angled solar panel to the top. My design is holistically considered, with all elements contributing to a unified whole. It comprises three sections - column base, mid-section with streetlight and top-section with solar array. Junctions between sections... Continue Reading →
20110322.0950 A dream I had on the 21st of March and sketched into my workbook the morning after: I am visiting the apartment of some friends of mine, situated on the third floor of an old walk-up building, racks of clothes, footballs and other miscellaneous paraphernalia cluttering the communal halls. As I arrive at their... Continue Reading →