We entreat students to consider work that operates in three
or more spaces simultaneously, some narrative, some metaphorical.
Our objects are of shifting velocity and vector, they are
objects that are reflexive, and inhabit vessels and spaces
that are fast, slow, slippy or simply suddenly absent but
always fluid. We know that the privileged author/object conspiracy
is dead, we know that the single spatial relationship is defunct,
we know that architecture is no longer a cold machine on a
brutal planet. It's the little things that drive us wild,
small movements, tiny recalibrations, minute metriculations,
digital differentiations and meddlesome menisci. These and
many other extreme phenomena silently undermine the prison
of a naïve reality. A naïve reality in which other
architects continue to plonk a plodding architecture for a
preposterous posterity.
