May 23, 2014
Design Development | Massing Models
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Design Development | Massing Models
Project 3b+c: Refuge on the Periphery
Spatial Plans
Final, rendered iterations of the proposal's floor plans within the context of the site.
Project 3b+c: Refuge on the Periphery
External Perspective
Visualising the entry threshold of the proposition when viewed from street level.
Project 3b+c: Refuge on the Periphery
Narrative
Duality of Perception
Project 1: CounterSpace | CounterHome
Sam Myatt (stage 3)
Barney Newton (stage 3)
Katrina Norman (stage 3)
Nicola Kolas (stage 2)
Group project analysing spaces within Plymouth that are/could be inhabited by the homeless; who we have defined as a rough sleeper. Focussing upon the duality of spatial perceptions - how society would perceive somewhere as a non-place, but to a rough sleeper this is viewed as a place of refuge. Also looking at rough sleeping in relation to commercialisation - how the homeless can have a positive impact (re-using our leftovers and by-products etc).
No Fixed Abode [excerpt]
We came onto the M5 motorway directly into stationary traffic. 'You should have carried on walking pal,' Milesy sighed. At Weston-super-Mare I rejoined the coast path, walking over the hill to Sand Bay and then pushing on towards Clevedon. The sun was setting, and the lights of Cardiff and Newport began to twinkle across the Bristol Channel. An awkward farm protruded out, slicing through the path towards the impassable rocks, 'DO NOT ENTER' signs on its decaying fences. Grumbling and footsore, I took the long detour around it and back onto the path. From there, I knew it would take me all the way to Portishead and my friends house, but I still had over an hour to go, darkness was steadily building, and the path was overgrown so that the wet foliage brushing my boots with each step had finally permeated the waterproofing, and my feet were sodden. I strapped my miners torch to my head and strode on.
[No Fixed Abode by Charlie Carroll]
Invisible Girl [excerpt]
When the clouds first roll in, soft glittering rain tumbles from the sky, but then the drops get bigger and wetter. I shelter under the tree and wait with my fringe dripping onto my cheeks, until all the upstairs lights go off. And when the house is totally quiet, I creak the shed door open and creep inside.
[Invisible Girl by Kate Maryon]
Down and Out in Paris and London [excerpt]
At the Twopenny Hangover, the lodgers sit in a row on a bench; there is a rope in front of them, and they lean on this as though leaning over a fence. A man, humorously called the valet, cuts the rope at five in the morning.
[Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell.]