site analisys
this book is not about the place where we went and slept, this book is not about the client and an architect, not about my conscience, not about you and not about architecture. this book is not about us and not about pleasing someone. this is a book about finding myself. who I am and where I am. what I really am and why I feel the way I feel and whether I can explain not with words but with my hands the whole experience of my perception. the whole experience of these feelings, which accumulate, which are felt and sometimes pop up out of nowhere inside of me.
Sometimes I can recognize them, sometimes I show them.
for those who are reading this, this is me, everything here is up and down -I am, in every line, in every stroke of a pencil, black ink, black gel of a borrowed pen, brush, black gouache diluted with water, black. but am I black inside?..
I was born and raised in a small village with an incredible love for nature, a huge responsibility to the animals that I fed two or three times a day, and devotion to the place to which I belong. all my childhood I explored my feelings and sensations of the space around me, how the grass smells, how the earth lives, how trees breathe, how we are constantly being watched from afar \ from high \ from underground... throughout my childhood, I raised poor little lost birds, as my mother raised me, built huts under the highest mountain behind the village, watched the fastest sunsets ever, surrounded by my dogs, was fishing at 5 in the morning and then let all the fish go because i felt so sad for their life; was ranting barefoot across the field slipped, falling and running again, catching the water with my tongue from the sky which felt like a bucket. in all of this and in many other things - me and my little story. with this architecture, a small result of my life as an integral part of me and the natural feelings that I constantly need to show - take care, take responsibility, control over something important to me.
when you try your best to be radical and rational, you try to think and analyze, but all your decisions are made based on feelings. this is the the process of an architectural intervention that i show to you today.
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blurring fuzziness ways
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abstract representation of the feelings \ site analysis
we all went to the site together early in the morning. it was not as warm as I would like it to be. I wrapped myself in all my warm clothes because I expected in advance that everything would not be as simple and colorful as it seemed. during the day everything was like in a fairy tale - the birds were chirping, the sun was shining so brightly that I even unbuttoned my jacket. not saying that I even lay down on the grass to listen, smell, feel what’s going on here. romantic. first impressions - wild nature, people live happily trying to unite with nature but still fighting for a place in the sun. and there is no other way. yes, we ourselves changed the positions of the table every time to catch this warm last sun of 12.10.22.
there were a lot of dry logs and grass on the site in places where there was almost no man, as well as the sun did not come there. in the sunny ‘’comfy’’ part it was very warm and comfortable to lie in a clearing. as the sun went below the horizon, the cold enveloped my body. it was so cold and piercing wet icy cold that I felt it to the marrow of my bones. I couldn’t not just lie down on the ground to sleep, but just move in my place in the chair. and it was hard to breathe. unbearable. unbelievable.
we were forbidden to light a fire, which shocked me because I had never before faced the impossibility of not lighting a fire and warming up. At the end of that night, I didn’t close my eyes , I couldn’t stop shaking. I’ve never felt so cold in my entire life. Never in my life have I wanted to touch something warm so much ... when it was already 4 in the morning and the dew almost consisting of ice covered everything around and the moon was so high that it was very light, I went into the car hoping not to die. hoping to survive. the dogs sometimes barked as they usually do in villages with nothing to do. The cows woke up at 4 and went out to chew grass, the morning came quickly. I finally fell asleep for a couple of hours. the birds began to sing their autumn songs, and the rat that came to us at night to eat pasta did not appear anymore.
II will talk to ‘’you’’ on you throughout this little story. she is my intermedium and my architectural intervention, which I have been trying and working on all semester. everything inside is quite logical and is based solely on my decisions, which in one way or another Wim tried to guide and help me. I do not know if I have come to where I should have come, but I am at this point. now on 20.12.2022.
the main idea of the project is platforms and a place to gather people, a community. Families or people from the village. to raise the hearth and platforms of the experiment was my main intention not to touch the wildlife . the main place of attraction is the hearth, where you can gather together, as well as be alone and cook food and be sure to survive the long dark night. You can also climb into the capsule alone. You can take a shower and use the toilet. there are several sleeping places where three people can sleep, but if you really want, you can accommodate 5-8 people. the space inside is absolutely free and flexible. you can bring tables, open shutters and glass doors and have dinner on the open terrace. and when the weather is bad, you can completely close and sit in front of a cozy fireplace on a carpet with a second natural light from above or from small vertical windows. Dry firewood lies under benches inside the building and wet - under a canopy on the street.
On the platforms there are small platforms with small shelters, where one can climb to drink coffee alone or with someone, go through a narrow door and close the shutters on the other side and look into the distance through a narrow window, or you can open the shutters and hang your legs and watch the rest of the birds and cows in the field.
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the shape of the building fully reflects my feeling of the site itself - verticality, upward striving, connection, intersection, limited space in the air for the penetration of the sun, black burnt wood outside,
place to sleep place to study
place to gather together
place to warm up
place to do yoga \ watch stars or forest \ sleep\ dream \ to be alone
water collection \ water tank
here you can hang up your things, or put your shoes and take your slippers and feel at home.
these benches are being moved apart or removed. you can spread the carpet and sit on the floor, or you can bring a bench and put it closer to the fire. and warm up.
Here you can wash your hands and cook food.
there is a shower stall here, but not like in the city, but the one that I had in the village, when you get up on a few planks and your feet fall through between them and you open the cool water and you are blown off your feet by such a strong pressure. Refreshing.
window can be open to ventilate
removable benches
small shelters are located on platforms in two places where you can climb and also be with yourself or with a friend to drink coffee. you can arrange an exhibition on the platforms or just take a walk. also, in a few seconds you can gather and set up a tent above the ground and even stay at night because there will be no cold coming from the ground.
there are several ways to get into the hearth - through a small door from the side of the abandoned part of the garden, or choose a route and enter from either side if the tents are open.
I chose the studio reverse perspective because the scene of one of Tarkovsky’s main films was on the cover of the studio. my feelings told me that if I don’t choose this studio, I will regret it. and I hate regreting. And I now i can confess - I didn’t regret it.
at the beginning of the semester, we chose one picture based on our strange feelings that might or might not appear after ten seconds of looking at the picture. my reference was a guy running, as it seemed to me, as fast as he could, I didn’t even realize that he was running down the hill or the mountain, I only saw myself in his image, running as fast as I could along the field road again barefoot and trying not to stumble. around him there were are some strange pebbles, or is it white snow mixed with mud or melting snow in March...
the second reference that we had to choose was our own example, not from life, but which we will find on the Internet.. nothing occurred to me but my dog, which is a complete reflection of me, running and sniffing around and not being frightened by incomprehensible sharp sounds in the forest - dense, dark, and so much is happening in it.. this Goodwin is just as curious, if he had a mouth, he would definitely talk and ask a million questions. He has them too. What does a running guy in a field have in common with my beloved dog in the woods? Feelings that appeared I might say, but which were incredibly difficult to describe... fragmentation, verticality, contrast, calmness, movement, static and dynamics... architects normally never speak, never write because you have something but what is that about..? i have said everything and nothing at the same time. but there is the end.
at the moment, a small wooden hut is like one of the sheds in my native village, and is my intermedium and my final work. Everything I wanted to say and to show - is shown here.
thank all of you and Wim.
