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EDUCATION

Architectural Studies | BAS 2019 - 2024

University of Liverpool 2022

EXPERIENCE

Perkins&Will Designer I Ottawa, ON 2024 - 2025

Perkins&Will Architectural Student Ottawa, ON 2023

McLennan Design

Carleton University Design (Honours) 10.62/12 CGPA (A-)

Study Abroad Semester

Assisted with the construction management process for a public transit project. Processed and oversaw the implementation of change orders across multiple active sites. Coordinated subtrades and catalogued archive of site reports while maintaining extensive photographic documentation of construction. .

Involved with a variety of project teams including high-rise residential, corporate interiors, judicial and transportation typologies. Assisted with the development of construction documents, visuals for client presentations, and project’s LEED compliance with accompanying drawings.

Participated in the iterative process of a firm on the cutting edge of regenerative design. Roles included cataloging Red List free products in company database, visuals and graphics for client showcases, physical model-making, and revising BIM models.

ACHIEVEMENTS

Architectural Intern Bainbridge Island, WA 2022 Won 2024

Shortlisted 2024

Published 2022 + 2024

Completed 2021

SKILLS

Modeling

Federation of Chinese Canadian Professionals Education Foundation Award in Architecture Keewatin

Hobin Prize In Architecture & City Building Keewatin

Building 22 Magazine

Sub-Urban + Facing North, Long Shadows

LEED

Green Associate Certification

Rendering Graphics

Revit

Autocad Rhino

Sketchup

Twinmotion

V-Ray

Enscape Photoshop Illustrator

Indesign

Premiere Pro

FACING NORTH: LONG SHADOWS - Fictional Backcountry

• BAS, Year 4

KEEWATIN - Student Housing

• BAS, Year 4

SERENITY, NOW! - Personal Exercise

• Summer 2022

SUB-URBAN - Community Centre

• BAS, Year 3

SALLY, IN WAITING - School of Music

• Study Abroad Semester, 2022

KOSMIC - Reviving Tradition

• Spring 2024

AI Notice: As this portfolio is meant to illustrate the full scope of my architectural capabilities, I would like to stress that no artificial intelligence programs were used to complete any of the following work. All drawings, writing and images were created using traditional modelling, rendering and graphic software.

FACING NORTH: LONG SHADOWS

ARCS 4107: Option Studio

Instructor: Inderbir Singh Riar

Location: Nowhere, Northern Ontario

In our final studio, we found ourselves returning to the principles that had started us on our path an age ago. With a focus on craft and representation I became obsessed with the idea of the journey. Finding myself reflecting on all the paths I might have taken, I began to liken it to our family traditions of backcountry adventuring. The only guideline given was to interpret the idea of the Folly and I melded the ideas of the garden and procession with my own journey through the previous five years and all the memories of the Boreal Shield wilderness of my youth, manifesting into a series of sensorial campsites situated in a collaged landscape.

“And let us have food and drink! Long tales are thristy. And long listening’s hungry work, morning, noon, and evening.”

- Tom Bombadil

5. Park Map. Edition 1, Official Park Issuance

7. Site 7: Launch

The front gate to the Park, Launch was designed around the length of a two-person canoe. Oriented on the north-south axis, the pitches of the two rooves catch the rising sun framing the anticipation of the journey whether one is coming or going.

Cabin Features:

Laser Engraved Corten Steel Ramp and Doors

Steel Gutter and Custom Rafter-Column Connection

7 Layer Cross-Laminated-Timber Beams

Red Pine Finish Panels

9. Site 24: Crater

Framed within the rolling foothills of the LaCloche Range, Crater sits at the high point of the extended portage between David Lake and Great Mountain Lake. Nestled in the grooves of the exposed red granite, the East and West facing walls fold open, extending to match the topography.

Cabin Features:

Operable Walls Framed in Steel with 50 mm White Pine Louver/Stairs

Laser Engraved Corten Steel Approach Walkway

Cross-Laminated-Timber Prefabricated Panels on Steel Frame

White Pine Finish Panels

11. Site 66: Windchime

At the tail-end of the Blueberry Ridge Walks, Windchime was concieved as the last stop of the LaCloche Range before the water. Vertically oriented echoing the mountains behind, the bottom levels operable facades allow campers to fully experience the south winds as they whistle up the mountainside.

Cabin Features:

Engraved Corten Steel Operable Walls with Interior Pulley System

5 Layer Cross-Laminated-Timber Beam Frame

Red Cedar Finish Panels and Louvers

13. Park Map. Edition 2, Rocks & Trees Edition

KEEWATIN

ARCS 4105: Comprehensive Housing Studio

Instructor: John Cook

Collaborators: Cameron Gordon

Location: 1500 Bronson Ave. Ottawa, ON

Federation Of Chinese Canadian Professionals Award - Winner

Hobin Prize in Architecture and City Building - Shortlist

Keewatin, an Ojibway word for “North Wind”, was an urban development proposal between Cameron Gordon and myself that turned into a love letter to the Canadian environment. When presented with the expansive lot at 1500 Bronson, our response was much less dense than our colleagues, opting to enhance the natural characteristics and complement the existing structure rather than swallow it with skyscrapers. Focusing on student rhythms given the proximity to Carleton, the axis of the development was the idea of a pedestrian streetscape that would invite occupation by the vibrancy of young adults. At the head of the street stands the redeveloped Edward Drake Building which challenges conservation and heritage standards, questioning the task of reusing urban scapes.

Wind & Sun

Paved Surfaces

Pedestrian Paths

Preserved Corridors

Main corridor aligned with ravine and LRT access slope future-proofing development to allow for dialogue with adjacent site

Community Playing Surface

Large scale playing field/ice surfaces with fieldhouse and changing facility

Conservation Area

Rewilding initiative led by a rehabilitation of underbrush and removal of invasive species to estalbish a protected green space. Features include a natural wetland and drainage path as well as a wildlife culvert connectinng Riverside park and site

Conservation Centre

Outdoor research companion to Edward Drake labs in parternship with Carleton University with allotted experimental crop growing areas

Site Development

The Design

Extending the converted arm of the Edward Drake building as a pedestrian street, the entire development scheme was capped at a maximum of eight stories to give deference to the existing heritage monument as the genesis of our scheme. Acting as an extension of the wing, 1501 Bronson was designed to emulate the language of the existing building from the street while mimicking natural forms along its undulating south face.

Double Unit

Typical Loft Unit

Typical Quad Unit

View into Main Lobby

Longitudinal Section

“The

Lungs”

A series of micro atriums forming a gap between edge of floor and envelope. Planters installed on the Glulam frame members allow plants to grow up and down the facade. Automatically timed panels open briefly several times a day to practice for Shock Ventilation creating a buffer corridor reflective of the seasons.

Edward Drake

Buidling Reprogramming

Lab & Exhibition Retrofit

Renovating the interior to accomadate atmospheric seals for optimal growing temperatures, two of the wings have been converted into hydroponic gardens. Using both Nutrient Film and Bato Bucket techniques, a variety of fruits, vegetables and herbs can be grown year-round providing residents with access to convenient local produce.

“The Clocktower” Outdoor Garden Exhibition

Stripping the facade of the building of the arm at the head of the street to reveal the raw structure, a four-storey showcase of Canadian native plant regions. Remaining exposed to the elements to highlight the transition of seasons, it aims to celebrate the aging process rather than fight it. As the defining axis of the development, it dates the community in time acting as a carbon clock.

Nutrient Film Technique

The elongated shallow trays allow roots to remain exposed while nutrient enriched water floods through at varying intervals. Ideal for bush based varietals.

With a deeper base for roots to embed in, nutrient enriched water is circulated through the growth medium. Ideal for vine or stalk based varietals.

Bato Bucket System

SERENITY, NOW!

Summer, 2022

Personal Project

Location: Archie Bay, Lake Panage, Ontario

This project was devised as an off-season excercise. The site is situated on a small island on the outskirts of Killarney Provincial Park in a far corner of Lake Panache. Paddling through this passage on a canoe excursion, I was drawn to the qualities of the site and how the exisiting cottage complemented its features. Seeking to replicate the conditions, the driver for the initial concept became “architecture as relaxation” which resulted in a calmer, and personally rewarding method of design.

SUB-URBAN

ARCS 3105: Studio 4

Instructor: Johan Voordouw

Location: 33 Quill St. Ottawa, ON

Situated in the Overbrook neighbourhood of Ottawa, this project allowed for an important internal discourse. Initially bursting out of the gate with a ravenous appetite to design, early site visits inspired grandiose concepts of a community incubation tank. Following the studio’s theme of neighbourhood intensification, the centre was an attempt to grapple with impending redevelopment. The existing community centre was disregarded and the process took off as a response to a project brief rather than to a community in need. The result was a visible record of addition, experimentation and self actualization. The ongoing architectural Dadaism served as a humbling, ego-dissolving journey towards the realization of the importance of context.

Preserving the existing rink and adding a lightweight canopy to create a year-round community hub accomodating local minor hockey leagues and summer markets and fairs.

The Isopad

Inspired by natural forms, the centre champions regenerative systems as a leading example of healthy future neighbourhood growth.

Building Systems: - On-site Water Reclamation and Filtration - Extensive Photovoltaic Opportunity - Stormwater Bioswales - Enhanced Xeriscaping

Sustainable Construction - Glu-Lam Truss Systems - Rammed Earth - Reclaimed Bricks

Overbrook Community Centre

Vinci Primary School Extension

With the closure of a single block of Quill St. and its replacement with a pedestrian pathway, a new square is framed by the extension to the existing heritage building.

School Additions

- 4 Additional Classrooms

- New Main Entrance

- Extended Yard and Drop-off Zone

BikeLane NativePlant Buffer ExtendedSidewalk

SALLY, IN WAITING

ARCH 252: Studio 3

Instructor: Patrick Zamarian

Location: 4 Canning St. Birkenhead, UK

With the pandemic winding down, the hope of studying abroad became a constant game of roulette. Miraculously, a week before the start of term, I found myself able to fly and haphazardly placed in a first-year flat away from my fellow foreigners. What followed was a bleary eyed five month crash course in English youth and entertainment culture. This project has become a retrospective analysis on the application of entertainment as a means of refreshing and regulating our social and creative minds. It seeks to reflect my experiences through its construction and act as a record of the (mis)adventures of our merry band of miscreants.

Sternum Rattling Subwoofers for the Soul

Arriving completely turned around and without bedsheets, five strangers from the flat at the end of the row took me on without question or hesitation. They asked simple questions like where I was from and if I’d be attending the rave the following evening. A day and a half later, I was no clearer on directions, using my jeans as a pillow and had slipped into the raging current of a vibrant and pulsing culture. The port of Liverpool, once the engine of an empire and gate to the seas has become an antiquated symbol of a complicated past. Basements and buildings that have sat through war and sea winds are now inhabited by a thirsty group of nomadic bass junkies. The city is a pedestrian blender of stag parties, groggy students and every lads holiday known to man.

The Hamilton Centre for Music & Performing Arts ARCH 25 Studio

University of

Public Plaza

Community Garden

Rewilded Area

Development Parcel

One Night in Liverpool...

In the flat at the end of the row of a rather inconspicuous Grove there lived the family Melville. A quiet family of complete strangers with a vacancy, they go about their business and tend to their studies during the daylight hours with a quiet hum. However, their after hours exploits have earned a certain notoriety in a Grove where dwarves carry caulking guns and the bass flows in rivers. This night carries an air of adventure and with the sun setting behind Paddington Village and crispy sea breeze and amp static creeping up the hill, the worms start to poke their heads out of the ground. Through the court of Raf, Lord of the Corner Unit and his perpetual council of trolls crawl ne'er-do-wells and miscreants eager for an evening adventure. The head of the house, Queen Pop and her occasional King Henry sit at the end of the table enjoying legs of fresh turkey while discussing a trip to the Americas and remedies for their aged mounts, Land and Rover. Beside them, Sir William of Sheffield sits with his Lady Eva, trading football odds over pints of Moretti poured in a stolen glass. Opposite them, Dame Poppy of Derby and Lady Amelia of Devon plot out courses for their own evening expeditions, a complicated series of maneuvers that almost certainly will end up with one in the river and the other pulling them out by the hair. At the far end of the table sits General James of the Wirral, head financier and keeper of the polo nets, whose nighttime journeys are all but unknown to the rest of us. As we finish our tea and the faint orange glow outside is slowly replaced with neon pink and blue fires, the leader of tonight's war party arrives. Prince David, heir apparent to the throne of Burnley, removes his cloak and weathered Air Max 95s settles in to a quick scran. Having already been out for a daytime hunt with his faithful companion Dylan the Red, he regales us with stories from the day and pines for the waters of Burnley beach as the last gasps of the winter winds rattle the shutters.

With the ladies retiring to their chambers to prepare for the evening and James vanishing into thin air, there hangs for a moment a stillness in the common room. Its these moments that stick in my memory the most, that momentary calm, unspoken but acknowledged by all. Understanding that the next few hours will undoubtedly fly wildly off the rails in the best ways possible and that each of us could very well end up on their own fending off a pack of wolves in some dark corner. So we sit, for a moment or an hour in the silence which is only punctuated by the clink of a glass or a far off siren call, beckoning us into the night. With the crack of a Carling the calm is forgotten as Dylan the Red practically breaks down the front door, salty with sweat and smelling of oregano and hops. Not far behind stumbles in K. William IV of Surrey, expert sommelier, and Joseph of Palin, pride of her majesty's air force. After a couple contributions to the continuing sculpture installation and a miraculous split dart shot, more of our party arrives including Albert, Lord of the Sunday Leagues, and the Irish twins, Jackson and O'Callaghan.

Pockets full of lint and lighters and stomachs full of rocket fuel, we venture off into the night. Through the Grove past Raf haggling with goblins where Greg the Grey, a mage of the roll appears. He guides us to the path where slowly we wriggle through the horde united in their charging down the hill, past creaky institutions and an armored escort of wigs towards our first stop. We are waylaid by a high priestess of the Hague who offers David a fortune telling in exchange for a bead of sweat to which he obliges. To the Hope and Anchor where we catch the end of Runaround Sue, belted by the hunched crowd of football obsessed gnomes with plastic cups of discounted ale. We pass the early hours of the evening fettering away the last of our change with rounds of pub golf (shooting 10 over 4) waiting for sitting room. When no seats are to be had and a potion slowly brewing within we track our way back to the main drag where the parade is in full swing. A carnival of creatures with faces full of war paint suck on rubies and emeralds

tzatziki and masala stir up a feeding frenzy that will continue throughout the night tempting stomachs and wallets. Through gaggles of five foot lizards making googly eyes at pumpkin headed future Love Island contestants we come across Lady Amelia wrapped in a flannel shawl and holding her head with her knees, smelling of the river. After straightening her out and pointing her towards home, we push forward towards the steps of St. Luke's. Standing as the delta of the evening like the beak of a great squid waiting for you to choose a tentacle to slide down. Sitting in its mouth watching the waves of barbarians and screaming sirens we relish in another great pause. Dylan and Henry light torches against the inky night we sit, quite still yet teetering above the great raging chaos ahead, once more unto the breech.

After an offering of dragon soup and a hymn to Strawberry Fields, we throw ourselves into the great snake winding its way down the Bold. Past a lonesome, ugly coyote slowly becoming one with the street and a rogue wig, detached from the caravan with glazed eyes gnawing on a rabbit's foot. We head for the great plume of smoke billowing up from the Square, the heart of a great heaving beast. Here druids and witches share pipes of rainbow hookah while gazing deep into the Mirror of Erised. A gilded hen shares small bites with an albino rattlesnake while Cerberus dressed in hi-vis hands out flyers for "lavish accompaniment". Mugwumps pedal toadstools and balloon animals float this way and that as the Irish twins with their keen eyes and ears thread us through dancefloors and desperados. We begin to lose our wits as we are drawn further and further into the crowd and the company fractures.

Slipping past drooling ogres and the Oracle of Delphi using Tinkerbell as a walking stick we sink deeper into the gyrating mass. Inhibition melts, along with most of our senses and we float out the doors and through the streets bathed in neon. Somewhere along the ropes we encounter two monks who had adventured in a company with David many ages ago. They speak only in riddles of the moon and stars as they lead us closer to the river. We follow completely engulfed in their transcendentalism, no longer concerned with space or time. Snapping awake in a brick lined basement where a speaker the size of Albert rattles our sternums. They are no where to be found and we flee. Revived again with an RIP we cross barrels with two Tennessee cowgirls from a foggy memory involving a harpy and a room full of camels. They shrink into the shadow of a former linebacker who was busy licking a wall and we press on.

Down the hill and up a mast, through a stable of camels (eyes rooted firmly to the floor) we emerge into the warehouse. A towering, five-storey obelisk of speakers rattling the foundations stands in the middle of the great hall. Coiled around it a dragon lies dead asleep, puffing out smoke with each snore, masking the sticky floor and obscuring our feet. It's jewel encrusted scales bounce light around the hall pulling wanderers into a frenzied trance. Those who linger on the peripheries apprehensive or fearful of the twisting and shouting horde can only resist for so long. We among them, mustering every ounce of sense left, dive into the sea of people, determined to batter it all out. We lose each other, and eventually ourselves to the great sway of the dragon's cult. Faster and faster we writhe and thump along to the very heart beat of the great snake. Bumping up against the last line of defense against the dull and mundane who will fight for their right until the moon melts and the great floodlight chases them back into the ground. They are the hidden legions, unseen by the respectable but keeping their radios on, tending to the fires that scream out against the driving rain that all is not yet lost. For fair or foul all have a place when the stars are out and the cups are filled on the great train rumbling towards the horizon.

All of a sudden the clock strikes 4 and the house lights fill every crevice of the hall with blinding white light. Round up by jaded shepherds and cast out into the night, horns of retreat blare and banners are hesitantly lowered or clatter to the ground with their carrier. We gather the straggling members of the company, peeled from the floor or detached from the mouth of a pufferfish. Hanging only by our wits we clamber into the last cantina where those of us still able to stand wait for a ticket and the rest fall into the only available booth.

Opposite us, three witches are stretching the last of their quartzite between them while skewering their fries with lionfish spines. They begin to tell us of their lost evening and begin a lament to the stars. As dwarf wanders past handing out congratulatory balloons and the witches file out behind him as their slow song swells. They work their way around the crowded room and the groggy and sullen creatures of the night turn their heavy heads. Soon the room is quietly hypnotized by the sultry crooning of the witches as they follow the dwarf into the night. Heads turn in unison to watch them slowly march down the dark street, the final toll of the evening's bell

Bleary eyed with empty pockets, we rouse ourselves for one last push up the hill. Back toward the Grove we trudge, past the remnants of time well wasted and tomorrow's brain cells. We are one of many bands participating in the great funerary march back up the hill. Some still with admirable spirit planning tomorrow's excursions, others indifferent offering grunts here and there, and some still straddling this world and the next. This continues up the cobble streets, past the great beacon of St. Luke's and through the throng of Myrtle's bottom feeders, gnawing on chicken bones and licking garlic salt off pizza boxes. The war paint has all but sweat off and the potion's effects have long since taken their leave. Despite the air of retreat there is no sadness or regret among the company. Instead an almost insubordinate sense of pride of having survived another attempt at storming the keep hangs in the air. That stubborn pride of youth, running at full speed on fumes and pure adrenaline and no authority other than your own. With one last look back at the glittering river, the warmth suddenly returns to my fingers and toes, the road going ever on and on.

Paddington

Fourth Floor (11000)

- Classroom Space 3 & 4

- Corner Classroom Space 2

- Arts Association Offices

Fifth Floor (15000)

- 360 degree Decompression Room

Third Floor (7000)

- Classroom Space 2

- Corner Classroom Space 1

- Collaborative Work Space

Second Floor (3000) / Green Roof (4000)

- Classroom Space 1

- Wildlife exhibition

- Extensive Green Roof

- External native plantings

Entrance (0000) / Plaza Level (-1000)

- Entrance lobby and box office

- Theatre upper seats

- Theatre box seats

- Cafe service

- Extended aperature out to sunken plaza

Theatre Floor (-4000)

- Performance stage

- Set design workshop

- Concession service

- Storage

Feb. 9th, 2024

Multimedia Event

Collaborators: Cameron Gordon, Noah Perkins

“Our passion for the event sprung from this idea that the walls of our space should be an active experiment, an ever-evolving statement on what was important and interesting in architecture,” they add. “Kosmic’s occupation of the school imagined that when students could manipulate the space, the ideas that floated around in our classroom could be built and experienced.”

Quote from article by Maria Cook https://architecture.carleton.ca/2024/the-return-of-kosmic-to-thearchitecture-building/

“The tenacity of our teammates was only successful because of the help, sometimes reluctant, of many people along the way,” says Perkins. “Everyone’s encouragement and interest galvanized us in the times when it felt impossible.”