FREEDOM STONE
Rooms
Rooms
In this studio, students will be expected to develop a critical approach to architectural design and production. Students will be confronted with complex design problems which require a close examination of both the conditions that underlie the practice of architecture (including the students’ own assumptions and beliefs) and the contexts within which and on which architectural practice acts. The development of an architectural response to these conditions and contexts, using ethical and professional judgment as well as techniques of critical analysis, will be the key objective of the studio.
The objective of this assignment is to array one’s own architectural convictions [via subjects/actors/agents] among an architectural territory (geo graphical or otherwise) while critically engagingand disengaging institutional stratifications via what have been called lines of flight. And: to represent this research in the form of design at the same time as showing design as a research path. The work will engage in a critical discussion that is crafted individually and curated collectively.
What it means to be Black.
Freedom Stone believes that black people have a tradition of working with the hardships they face to create a culture that is attractive to the masses. One such method by which this is done is through music, translating emotions and history into a rhythmic tessellation that becomes encoded into its listeners. Freedom trusts in understanding her ancestry to shape her ideals and actions for the future. This lends itself to the idea of the importance of knowledge, being able to open both others and one’s own eyes to the possibilities of the world we reside in.
The rhythm of blues.
Reconstructing the community.
Interlacing
Boxes and garbage bags housing possessions.
Clothes rack hiding spot.
Self-inflicted eyeliner bruise.
Create temporary friends.
Stay loyal to forever friends.
Create a family separate and different from your own.
Overlap races and ethnicities.
Respect your elders, follow the leader.
Lose centuries of tradition and culture.
Educate children in residential, public, and Catholic schools.
Move from house to house annually.
Move from city to city, country to country generationally.
Remember space through the melodies and harmonies of sound.
The various scales of boundaries—the home, family, identity, and social constructs—
are now visible.
Repetition.
Empty box, full of movement
Vibrations start to take shape
Melodic structures
Creating an endless euphoria
Every space is another pattern
That means nothing without repetition
A heavy pulse, revealing connections
Bridging the space between time
Suspending, delaying
Annually shifting into a tempo
Every space is another pattern
That means nothing without repetition
The body takes control
Coinciding with familiarity
Knowledge is produced
Adaptation is established
Every space is another pattern
That means nothing without repetition
The beginning ends with a foundation
For the next escape
From a soft place of comfort
To loud realities
Every space is another pattern
That means nothing without repetition
This house is home
Stagnant displacement
Once upon a time there lived a dog named Cat. Cat was taking a stroll and noticed a beautiful oak tree. This oak tree, upon approach, grew in a whimsical storm of fury, doubling in size. The oak tree ensnarled Cat in its roots and said, “In exchange for your time, I will grant you all that you seek!” Cat went under a trance and started to see all the successes one could hope for, unbeknownst to the spell that was cast. As Cat spent more time running toward his fantasies, months turned into years – still intertwined in the magic oak tree. Suddenly, Cat’s dream seized as he dropped to the floor, noticing this man with a pocket watch beside him. He said, “What happened? Who are you? How did you find me?” The man responded, “I’m a hypnotist. I saw you helplessly running around this tree. I pulled you out of that cycle by bringing you to a field with no trees.” And from that day forward, Cat and the hypnotist explored the endless fields together.
- For how long will we be in contact?
Can you tell me more of your frustrations?
When did you become so knowledgeable?
Why do you move your body that way?
Have I shaped your energy?
Are you plotting to leave?
Leave your familiarities, leave home?
Does my condition bother you? Who is the boy replacing you?
Will you come back?
- Door, bed, dresser, bed.
Walk, change, rotate, switch light, lie down, sleep.
Wake up, switch light, sit up, change, stand, walk, switch light.
- Bed, dresser, bed, door.
Nothing is yours but the desk and your clothes.
Not the bathroom, not the kitchen.
Don’t even think about a living room.
These four walls contain a window.
But keep in mind, the outside is not yours either.
These four walls contain a window.
And finally, all you have is you.
- “Everybody get up, its time to slam now,
We got a real jam goin’ down,”
Says the rounded chunk of a children’s beat box.
The ground, often filled with toys, provided a field of bliss.
The eldest of the three had the top bunk, with the other two below.
A broken arm was criticized on this bed.
Fingers were crushed in the hinged gap of the door.
“Welcome to the Space Jam,
Here’s your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam”