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Hello, this is just a little notification to say that I’ve started a collaboration blog with my good friend Jack Hudson ie. WasterSpace. Together, we are the Jolly Llamas and in the coming weeks and months we hope to be posting our own pieces of writing, our writing collaborations and if we ever get round to it, our spoken word videos. Definitely worth a look in, and definitely worth following just to make sure you’re kept up to date with all of our latest bits of work.
We welcome all feedback and constructive criticism and we will also be trying to do the same as we work our way through your own blogs.
The sentience of an unrelenting mind
puts matchsticks in my sleepless eyes.
A jury duty that lasts from birth, to demise.
‘Witness this! Judge this! Feel this!’
And so I do.
Ink-black lines snake left and right
and enigmatic curls bulge
and fight like a torrid sea of glinting knives.
Yet with the fleeting glimmer of soft azure,
the vision becomes human; an illustration of life.
Thought and feeling exist behind the statue-like skin of one who has felt pain
and witnessed hurt.
The undeniable union of both weakness and strength
bound to life and in that moment, immune to death.
No hiss is heard and no teeth are seen yet danger entices the mind,
and excitement. Oh the excitement!
‘Let no action be pre-meditated!
Let no word be held back for fear of repercussion!
Speak what you feel and do as you please.
Society created you and
it is now time to un-create society.
Take these minds that for so many years adhered
the nurturing sphere that suckles the teat of politics and lies.
Take these minds
and draw outside the lines, erase the lines
snort the lines, fuck the lines.
Leave your fingerprints on the still-wet clay of history
and let no moment in life, or death, slip by.’
And I recoil, the fusion of fear and poetic lust clutching at my buckled skin
begging me to open my mind and heart and let it breathe in.
In that moment, I know I am already lost
and by I, I mean the old I, the old me.
For at the birth of those words, the world I knew burnt and was forgotten.
I looked out upon life through new eyes and
I touched the crackled leaves of fall with new hands
and I kissed the lips of my soft statue with lips that felt unlike my own.
Still with the ‘fluid reader’ in mind I went back to the drawing board and started to sketch out a few different ideas, this time starting with a much simpler idea but with the purpose of using the simplicity of design as a basis for putting in as much aesthetic detail as possible. I also slightly tweaked my target audience in the fact that I was now perdominantly designing a piece of furniture for the people that lead a hectic, executive lifestyle with little chance for relaxation through reading. This in a lot of ways was inspired by my Dad, a keen reader yet an even harder worker. My main aim was to create something sophisticated that would not look out of place in an up-market office or business suite. It needed to blend into the background for the majority of the time but also have an aesthetic presence strong enough to inspire and promote the urge to read in lull-periods. I also wanted to devise some way of keeping a book held open at a certain page whilst also having a small amount of storage space capable of holding a carefully-selected range of favourite books of the users choice. The aim of this piece is not to hide books away, but to rekindle and then stoke the fires for the beauty of the ‘book’.
Inspired by an imagined cityscape, the ‘City Shelf‘ (Not recommended to be spoken aloud by those with a lisp) is made from plywood and covered in an oak veneer, the sections are biscuit-jointed together before a layer of wood glue holds them fast. After a final sanding with p240 paper I then used multiple layers of Danish Oil to bring out the texture and dark wood effect of the oak veneer. As a final touch, I inscribed my design name, ‘Purplewax‘ into the left hand side of the piece using the laser cutter.
Measurements: Lx310mm Dx220mm Hx155mm
Set the task of creating a piece of furniture orientated towards the use of either aiding or promoting the act of reading, my original ideas encompassed possible pieces linked in with audiobooks, kindles and e-readers, early learning devices and intuitive answers to some of the main problems many people encounter with reading. After various conceptual walks down exciting yet ultimately dead-ended routes, I decided to change my approach and instead focus on my own personal love of reading. How I read, when I read and where I read.
The Fluid Bookshelf
It was shortly after this change in direction that I came up with the first idea that I liked. Inspired by my own personal habit of being buried between the pages of multiple books simultaneously and therefore forgetting my place the majority of the time, I wanted to create a piece of furniture that enabled the storage of a minimum of three open books at a time in such a way that they would be out of the way, but not to the extent that I would then forget about them. This then meant that I had to make the design both intriguing and playful, almost more of an interactive sculpture than a typical bookshelf. The proposed target audience would have been predominantly for the fluid readers, people like myself that occasionally need a bit of gentle encouragement in order to keep on track of the ‘being read‘ bookpile. However, due to the pieces ability to separate and stand free the ‘Fluid Bookshelf‘ would have been perfect for any literature-touched scenario. Beginning with the general form of an upturned book, I started to play around with triangles, attempting to figure out a means of connecting or integrating a multitude of book-coves into one seamless piece.
I progressively got drawn deeper and deeper down the mind-numbing rabbit hole of equilateral triangles and encountered with full force the sheer awkwardness of the 60° angle repeatedly. Despite testing various joints and means of assembly, I had to accept that with the combined short time period and my then limited knowledge of the newly-inducted machinery, the design would have been fairly impractical and thus, not in tune with the brief.