More sketches from our warming hut development. We have been thinking about a hearth formed by mounding a piece of sheet metal around a boulder, then inverting it.
We had a chance to visit the Canadian Museum of Making. This is a privately held collection of machines from the turn of the century. The collection is unbelievable – and very well taken care of. They employ a team of skill craftspeople to maintain and recondition the artifacts. On our visit we were treated to a full demonstration by one of the resident blacksmith’s. Their workshop was filled with handmade tools – created over his career – to forge and work metal in every possible way. My favorite was something called a “drift” – it is used to manipulate the holes that piece the forged metal. Hammering it into the metal (with one arm bulked by years of practice) of the blacksmith said quietly: You know – the drift – it has a hard life…
Chopping wood, felting, shoveling snow – all things that spike your body temperature and help stave off the cold winter nights. We are thinking through the design potentials in that kind of activity. Things that keep you warm.
I’m fascinated by the concept of a “mother felt” – a component of one building used as template, form and transit method for the fabrication of another component. By laying raw wood onto an older felt piece form a yurt – rolling it around an axle and dragging it on the journey to a new campsite – another piece of felt of the same size is create to replace or augment the old. Every yurt is at some level be an impression of a previous iteration.
Check out this video to see what I mean.
These are some sketches from the concept development of temporary lobby features at TELUS Spark. I was trying to get away from easy answers & known solutions – and relate to a film that was showing in the dome theater. I find that if I just start drawing from a related topic (this time a Monarch caterpillar) then my hand and mind wander in interesting directions. I try to jump between creating build-able details to allowing at least some impossibility and grace to stay embedded in it. In the end we only built the chrysalis’ and some murals that I was pretty proud of.