9.22.2011

A Poem for Highrise

My dear friend the highrise
How lovely can thee be?
To give me so much work to do
and let me out to see

Then pound me like an oil rig
to pull out the wee last bit
and out comes my toil and labor
as black as a crow at night


What would I do without thee?





Once again, I labor for many hours to bring the design to the next level. It is never ending--but that is what drives me on. Can I foster the growth of something special? Can I develop a masterpiece?

A nearly quick drawing using Sumi ink, ballpoint pen and Chartpak Markers, my partner Joe and I worked to lay some groundwork. With large newsprint papers we set out to shape a glimpse of the current highrise design. Again, I am against the use of Form to shape a building it does not mean it is useless in the least. All experiences generate ideas. This is just a round about way to hit the nail on the head so to speak. Designing for experience rather than look should be paramount!



The Critique Circle

Wall of drawings

The highrise section/elevation

Mid Height Greenspace

Suspended Cables and Birds

A narrative