chapu cortadora osa y superchapu
THE VISION
this is the hole vision for St. Rupperts Secondary School
the new schoolbuilding
houses for teachers
sanitary houses
a workshop
a basketballfield
the new schoolbuilding
houses for teachers
sanitary houses
a workshop
a basketballfield
by now just one house for a teachers is completed
we will proceed
we will proceed
in addition to the three classroom buildings (white), we designed a complex (brown) including a libary, two more classrooms, a staffroom and a computer room.
the functions are aerated with shady verandas
the idea is to embrace the established buildings, thereby we create two courtyards and have a large shady portico for any kind of actions like theatre, dancing and workgroups
our architecture wants to strengthen the schools identity, to support the confidence of its exraordinary and admirable students
the functions are aerated with shady verandas
the idea is to embrace the established buildings, thereby we create two courtyards and have a large shady portico for any kind of actions like theatre, dancing and workgroups
our architecture wants to strengthen the schools identity, to support the confidence of its exraordinary and admirable students
MARCH/APRIL 2007
so happy to be in action
one of our cieling experiments:
these are reetmats filled with clay and grass. we want to provide a cieling that shields the house from the heat of the tin roof
these are reetmats filled with clay and grass. we want to provide a cieling that shields the house from the heat of the tin roof
hey this is the foundation of house A, designed by Muck and me! It has a round semiclimatic living room with a fireplace in the middle! We had to leave before it was finished, so we will go back to see it in september to see its shapes
thats house B on the day we left---nearly finished in six weeks with that wonderful team down there:
dream team
ZIMBABWE IMPRESSIONS
on our very last day we ran off to see some secret caves not too far from Harare.
there are all this acient paintings, prooving that the cradle of mankind is Africa.
there are all this acient paintings, prooving that the cradle of mankind is Africa.
...TO BE CONTINUED
Scent of Africa
When you are trying to recall a scent to your memory, the scent of a place, a person, something you love - you will fail. It's pictures that you can call in your mind and yes melodies, too.
But how does it come, that scents are so well connected to your emotional memory? Smell a wellknown scent again - and time skips - you'll feel fooled, cause you'll feel exactly the same as you did before as if no time ever has passed.
Did it happen to you?
I could smell I'm back to Africa, somehow dusty, smokey, fruity, warm, sweet a bit of melting plastic, little rotten but fresh at the same time. Bilnding light made me squinting, sun burned on my skin at once.
I stripped from my winter clothes and from my winter worries, dropped that skin of exhaustion of the previous weeks, felt liberated, newborn with my nose in african air.
We were picked up with that hospital-car of St. Rupperts Mission, and after storing our backpacks on the roof of that tough old hulk we set of for the BUSH.
ZIMBABWE - MASHONALAND WEST - MAKUMBI-DISTRIKT - ST. RUPPERTS
Seems like nobody in this country would voluntary go to that remote place, forgotten community, but with the most heart-warming people you can imagine.
I know I´ve let you wait for my report and pictures.....
....let me catch up by and by, I promise you it'll be a good story, including giant toxic snakes and hard girls work and new insights of mine!
...to be continued!
sylvie
When you are trying to recall a scent to your memory, the scent of a place, a person, something you love - you will fail. It's pictures that you can call in your mind and yes melodies, too.
But how does it come, that scents are so well connected to your emotional memory? Smell a wellknown scent again - and time skips - you'll feel fooled, cause you'll feel exactly the same as you did before as if no time ever has passed.
Did it happen to you?
I could smell I'm back to Africa, somehow dusty, smokey, fruity, warm, sweet a bit of melting plastic, little rotten but fresh at the same time. Bilnding light made me squinting, sun burned on my skin at once.
I stripped from my winter clothes and from my winter worries, dropped that skin of exhaustion of the previous weeks, felt liberated, newborn with my nose in african air.
We were picked up with that hospital-car of St. Rupperts Mission, and after storing our backpacks on the roof of that tough old hulk we set of for the BUSH.
ZIMBABWE - MASHONALAND WEST - MAKUMBI-DISTRIKT - ST. RUPPERTS
Seems like nobody in this country would voluntary go to that remote place, forgotten community, but with the most heart-warming people you can imagine.
I know I´ve let you wait for my report and pictures.....
....let me catch up by and by, I promise you it'll be a good story, including giant toxic snakes and hard girls work and new insights of mine!
...to be continued!
sylvie
AN-ARCHITECT-IN KL
there's a beauty in the anarchistic growing of a city, the space just happens and between - you feel the power of a harmonizing will.
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