A Retrospective

I’m not a qualified Architect, I am Part II qualified and the following is a retrospective of some of my diploma work. Main themes of surface, texture, rhythm and inhabiting the left over space between man made surface.

A Retrospective

I’m not a qualified Architect, I am Part II qualified and the following is a retrospective of some of my diploma work. Main themes of surface, texture, rhythm and inhabiting the left over space between man made surface.

Goodbye Winter

April showers have played havoc with the cycle commute recently.

I managed to complete one ride into work this week, and subsequently the train ride today felt even more grim than over the long winter months. If I manage to keep up the riding through spring, the one thing I think I will miss is the quiet moment stood on Kings Norton train station before boarding the train, looking across the tracks, through the overhead cables and towards the spire of the medieval church.

It is a symptom of suburbia that fifty people can all stand on a train platform with the same destination, about to board the same train, and yet nobody interacts. Nobody makes eye contact, nobody passes the time of day, and yet I see these same people day in, day out, and I may even end up sat next to, or opposite these people, however I am safely cocooned behind my Ray-bans and Ipod so that I don’t have to make the slightest interaction with any of my fellow passengers.

Riding along the tow path is a different experience altogether. Admittedly you see fewer people on the path, however, the dog walkers, joggers, holidaying canal boat pilots, and other cyclists always give you a nod, or a ‘morning’.

Trying to beat 40 min door to door. I’ll try and have some thoughts on buildings or something soon… motivation and inspiration depending.

MM

Goodbye Winter

April showers have played havoc with the cycle commute recently.

I managed to complete one ride into work this week, and subsequently the train ride today felt even more grim than over the long winter months. If I manage to keep up the riding through spring, the one thing I think I will miss is the quiet moment stood on Kings Norton train station before boarding the train, looking across the tracks, through the overhead cables and towards the spire of the medieval church.

It is a symptom of suburbia that fifty people can all stand on a train platform with the same destination, about to board the same train, and yet nobody interacts. Nobody makes eye contact, nobody passes the time of day, and yet I see these same people day in, day out, and I may even end up sat next to, or opposite these people, however I am safely cocooned behind my Ray-bans and Ipod so that I don’t have to make the slightest interaction with any of my fellow passengers.

Riding along the tow path is a different experience altogether. Admittedly you see fewer people on the path, however, the dog walkers, joggers, holidaying canal boat pilots, and other cyclists always give you a nod, or a ‘morning’.

Trying to beat 40 min door to door. I’ll try and have some thoughts on buildings or something soon… motivation and inspiration depending.

MM

Commutings

The evenings are lighter now the clocks have changed, but the temperature has dropped, and the clouds are drawing in over the city. This weather has delayed my foray into cycle commuting the 6.5 miles from the suburbs to the city. It looks like I’ll be on the grimey and stuffy local trains for at least another week.

The train snakes along the canal and through the tunnels, through centres of industry, great seats of learning, and the business districts. Finally emerging in the gloom of New St. The journey is a long section through the city, describing the whole process of the city. From dwelling, through industry, towards consumption.

MM

Commutings

The evenings are lighter now the clocks have changed, but the temperature has dropped, and the clouds are drawing in over the city. This weather has delayed my foray into cycle commuting the 6.5 miles from the suburbs to the city. It looks like I’ll be on the grimey and stuffy local trains for at least another week.

The train snakes along the canal and through the tunnels, through centres of industry, great seats of learning, and the business districts. Finally emerging in the gloom of New St. The journey is a long section through the city, describing the whole process of the city. From dwelling, through industry, towards consumption.

MM