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This project began as a creative exercise of hands on model making. From then, the goal was to extract a descriptive image from this 3D model and give it a narrative to which the latter project would follow. The aim was to extract an architecture from this creative process. 

 

Dystopia | Description:

     This porous form has a hard outer shell. This golden outer shell curves in a seemingly random formation. It has many indentations that seem as though it has been dropped on occasion. It is rough to the touch with few moments of relief that are smooth to the touch. It doesn’t have a very distinct odor. It appears to have one continuous free flowing form. Once cut this object takes on new criteria. The orange and white masses are revealed. This black mesh that is revealed appears to hold the entire form together. It weaves and bends in and out of the orange and white masses with moments where it comes together to form a mass of black mesh. This slice reveals the golden exterior as a thin, paper-like covering over the form. Each slice reveals a different combination of the masses with some revealing more of a certain colored mass over the other. The formation doesn’t seem to have a hierarchy of colors. The interior has an array of textures. The orange and white masses are smooth to the tough and a bit spongy and the mesh is course. The cut seems to take away strength from the whole and there are moments when the outer shell starts to crumble.

 

Dystopia | Narrative:

       I’m now in charge of cleaning up the aftermath for my newly divided district. As I walk down the golden streets I think of the days when I needn’t worry about falling off the edge. The gold seems so contradictory now that we have been exposed to the fallaciousness of the city in which we have lived for generations. This gold that we held so high kept us united as a whole. We thought ourselves tall; as a wealthy people who lived on gold. Now it’s just a reminder of what was. The events of that day that we no longer speak of shifted our land and created these porous indentations in the once smooth golden exterior.  It split our city into four sections killing hundreds and injuring thousands. It exposed us to the reality that we never thought to question. We were so ignorant to think we lived on solid gold. The split opened our eyes to the reality that we live on a grotesque mound of crap compiled together in the most chaotic way possible. It’s ironic to say the least. Our city was proud of its orderliness and boastful of its low crime rates. Now, post-split, the exterior reflects the interior. Crime had increased. The old government had fallen. The majority of the population moved in land, abandoning the exterior. Cave dwellers have now become an indigenous people to the newly shifter exterior. They mainly consist of those who lived closest to the dividing lines who lost their homes. The rest are simply those who cannot afford the new housing, if housing is what we can really call it. They are not counted into the population of the new districts. 

       There are four districts. The two opposite ends of the city are not Cap One and Cap Two. Then you have the Middle district and the Peak. Simplistic is it not? I suppose a bit of creativity with the new names was out of the question. Cap One consists of the upper middle class and those with high standing who have chosen to live a more humbled lifestyle. Many who live there have direct connections to the Peak. Next to Cap One is the Peak, which has the highest point of the city. The most elite and highly educated dwell there. They have started a new government in the center of the Peak called Central. Their main objective can be found on every street corner: Maintaining the Order, Maintaining the Whole. Yeah right, some motto that is. Since the Split we will never be a whole again. On the opposite end of the Peak you’ll find the Middle district where all of the middle class citizens live. Those who are close to the Peak but don’t have any of the means to attain it. The whole place is filled with dreamers. 

        Those who are pitted against the reality that this city will never be what it once was live on Cap Two, the district furthest from the Peak. It’s filled with those who are only a step above the cave dwellers. Not quite the poorest, but close to it. This is where I live with my Dad and younger sister.  My mother and younger brother died during the Split. I thought being the oldest son I could try and save them both but I would up losing them and putting my sister in harm’s way. Because I tried to be a hero my sister now has one leg. It was smashed in by the debris. It had to be amputated immediately or she would have died too. There was no one around to help so my Dad and I had to do the deed. He’s never been the same since. He couldn’t even bear to look at me since that day. He resented me so much that he enlisted me in one of Central’s plans to clean the exterior to try and make it inhabitable again.

        Most days are spent cleaning the caves but the cave dwellers just come back later and make it dirty again. I hate this job of cleaning other people’s feces, vomit and whatever else is up there. I’d rather work on the exterior than down in the Pit where all of the bodies fell during the Split. I never want to see another dead body again. Unfortunately, from time to time we find one on the exterior, those who have died from diseases, starvation, or both. I wish I could just have one more moment with my mother and brother to say that I love them. I guess in the meantime I’ll just hope for a better dystopia. 

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