my small ode to Grandpa
for teaching me,
how to appreciate
Is the constant pursuit of the iconic, the popular or the loud always ideal?
If so, will our thirst for this ideal ever be quenched?
Is it even meaningful?
Grandpa taught me that we should always be contented with all that we have. Though modest, each experience, memory and object holds value. If we are unable to cherish its significance, why are we obsessed over collecting more?
In the midst of my chase to perfection, I lost a very special person, who was my compass. I took his presence for granted and am now still at a loss; as to how I could archive our memories, and most importantly, how do I appreciate the experiences I have with my existing loved ones?
Till now, I am still not too sure.
But this is what I have gathered.
THE NEGATIVE SPACE
The iconic. the loud and the over population, clods our minds
Our site is located at the corner of 2 busy streets in an arid brick heavy neighbourhood. With our height limit 10m and an overlooking gas station, there were no potential for views, thus I focused on the internal environment.
FLAT SITE
POOL OF WATER COVERING SITE
CLOSING OFF THE BUILDING
This is to reduce daylight, block out noise and shut out immediate views of the surrounding.
OPENING UP THE TOP
This is to allow for ventilation and for users to reconnect with the external environment (rain, air, temperatures and changing seasons).
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the cold bath
Soe remains directional but the idea of weight is lost.
Instead, she becomes one with the weight while moving along shadows that widen up, motioning her to slow down.
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