off architecture


A lot of positive things have happened this week. And receiving a house from the community we’ll be living in is one of them. 

As you guys may or may not know, my fiancé and I are moving into an eco community in South Africa that is very much focused on sustainability, off-grid living and restoring our own connection with Mother Nature by nurturing the land through permaculture and fruit forests🌳 🌿 My fiancé moved there on Monday and he was able to start clearing thick vegetation off a plot of land for our home and garden. But the owner and and homesteaders of Khula Dhamma decided that it would be better for us to move on the main hill of KD so we can work closely together with the owner. So, we were lucky enough to receive it. The house has been left in pretty good condition by the previous homesteaders. It’s very strong and sturdy, just needs some patching up to do on the walls. Obviously, the house needs to undergo some(!) refurbishment. I do not want to begin about the aesthetics of the place… it needs some work. BADLY!🙄  So we’ll be fixing up the place accordingly and will make it look suiting our tastes. 

The house is attached to a borehole so that is where we will be getting our water supply from and is heated by a rocket stove. The solar panels will hopefully be installed soon after I arrive. As soon as some cracks have been filled, a lime plaster will cover both outer and inner walls. Before all of that, the thick vegetation has to be cleared and the house needs to be cleaned thoroughly. 

The house as two upper floors. Our bedroom will be on the first and then there is a loft area for guests. The two big windows in our room overlook lush, green forests of the eco community. The garden has extreme fertile soil which helps us a lot. Now we only have to focus on maintaining the fertile soil when growing our food🍌 🍊 🍠🍐 🍎

I can not begin to express how blessed I feel for receiving all of these gifts from the universe. I’ve always wished, hoped and desired to live an off-grid lifestyle in an awesome place and here we are.. I don’t know how I manifested all of this but I am extremely grateful for believing I could live this kind of lifestyle🌞

The Library

The library has always been known to be expansive, so much so that students have been known to get lost searching for just the right book to finish their final paper. They turn up by the end of the week… usually. If one were to truly explore the library they would find many doors hidden through it, they arent the typical doors leading from one section of the library to the other, but instead they have a habit of… losing students. Upon exiting the doorway, a student will find themself in what seems to still be the library, but if one bothered to explore the world, they would find an exact duplicate of the room they were in. The fey are well traveled and occasionally will take a liking to a room they find. Its a simple matter for them to recreate the room once they settle in an area of the world. The rooms add no size to the library, and sometimes they dont like to open back up. Some who were stuck in the rooms claim they werent in there very long, an hour or two. They always dress so strange though, their clothes decades out of date




Dorothy Liebes was an American Textile Designer who pioneered modern weaving. Her weaving was particularly remarkable due to the unusual materials which she used, including wood, plastic, metal and other ‘non textile’ materials. 

I started to look at Dorothy Liebes after thinking more about how my work fits into design contextually, as she was a designer who specialised in interiors and working with architects. 

I think that her use of other materials is really interesting, especially using pieces of wood and plastic as her warp material, something which I am going to consider when trying some off the loom weaving. I think that by using these materials, it gives her work a much more structural feel which works well with interiors, especially with my idea of bringing the exterior elements inside. 

anonymous asked:

Well, since you broke down how absolutely *insane* the Hale House is (aka nothing matches). I now wish you would write a fic where we find out that the architect for (most of) the old BH houses was an anchestor of Finstock. Only a Finstock would be brave/crazy enough to build those houses. Bobby is probably the black sheep, he got into teaching/sport.

Stiles had never been to the art history classroom—or at least he was guessing it was an art history classroom, based on the posters of Starry Night and…some Renaissance looking stuff. Leonardo, Raphael—the ninja turtle gang. He didn’t actually know or care, he was much more preoccupied with not dying a horrible and painful death these days.

It felt wrong being in that room, and the only reason he knew he was in the right place was Scott sitting in his usual third row seat. But as he looked closer at the other desks, he realized the rest of the class was packed with lacrosse players and track team members, no doubt hoping for an easy A.

This should be interesting.

Stiles took the empty seat saved next to Scott and leaned over to whisper, “Dude, why the hell did you want to take this class again?”

It was Stiles’ sixth time asking this question, but Scott came up with a different answer every time, and he wanted to see what it would be today. What possible reason he could have for wanting to take Architecture 101 instead of, say, the super easy guitar class or pilates. Or maybe something more relevant to their lives, like mythology, or hell, cosmetology.

They were going to different colleges next year so they agreed to take an elective together, one last class, but of all the senior electives offered at Beacon Hills High School, the massive list of blow-off classes available, History of Cinema included—an architecture class.

Taught by Coach Finstock.

“Because it’s not Russian lit,” Scott shrugged, and flipped open a new notebook, with Arch 101 written on the cover in sharpie. “I’ve got enough reading to do with AP English.”

That was fair, Stiles allowed, but he was just petty enough to not mention the fact that people wrote entire treatises on architecture. He knew that much about the subject. There was going to be plenty of reading for this class, but Scott could figure that out for himself.

He threw one last look around at the other students, half of whom didn’t even have notebooks, and flipped open his own—not a new one, just the next free page of last semester’s English notebook. He wasn’t expecting to stay in this class for long.

As if to prove his point, Finstock burst in exactly six minutes late, with no supplies aside from his usual #1 Coach mug.

He put his mug on the desk, yanked down the projector screen, and smacked the overhead lights off.

“Architecture,” he started aggressively, and stabbed the remote towards the projector at the back of the room. The word appeared on the screen with nothing else.

“You might be wondering how old Coach is qualified to teach this class.” He chuckled to himself. “How am I not qualified? Seriously, it’s buildings. We spend every day of our lives in them, who couldn’t teach this class?”

He said it with such disdain that Stiles had to glance around the room to look for reaction cues. Everyone seemed to be somewhere between amused and wondering if Coach was having some kind of mid…ish life crisis. A couple people half-smiled, but most pretended to be riveted by that single white text on black Architecture slide.

Coach didn’t care and didn’t wait long before continuing on his spiel.

“But because this school allegedly requires some kind of proof to teach this class, I did my bachelors in architecture, right before I pulled my head out of my ass and got a master’s in economics.” He glared around the room. “Why did I waste my money on a useless architecture degree?” A chuckle. “Well first, college was way cheaper in the eighties—economics. And second, my grandfather designed this school.” He flipped to a slide of the building, taken at a crooked angle with an old camera phone.

“My father designed the post office. My brother put up that god awful highrise downtown.” His lip curled up in a brief snarl like the very thought of it disgusted him.

Stiles had to agree; Derek’s loft at the top of it was a safety inspector’s worst nightmare.

“My entire family is made up of architects. We built this town, as you can see from this list.”

The next slide was, indeed, three columns listing key buildings and addresses all over town, from the Sheriff’s Station to…

“Is that the Hale house?” Stiles asked before he thought better of it, recognizing an address halfway down the third column.

“We don’t talk about the Hale house,” Finstock immediately snapped. “My great great grandfather was a nutjob and 80% blind. He couldn’t design a second empire style house to save his life, and this one didn’t.” Slight pause for effect, staring down the room. “He died of tertiary syphilis two years later.”

A couple people shifted awkwardly, but Finstock continued.

“It’s a stain on both our family history and the entire history of architecture as a discipline. We don’t talk about it.” He glared around the room, daring anyone to continue. “Any questions?”

Dead silence, then Greenberg in the front row slowly raised his hand. Coach rolled his eyes, but nodded towards him.

“Why aren’t you an architect, Coach?”

Finstock looked at him for a long five seconds of unblinking silence before responding:

“Because any contractor with a computer program can throw together a McMansion in ten minutes with as many gables and columns as they can possibly cram in there, and they’re not going to pay an actual architect to tell them they shouldn’t.” He shrugged, in that agitated are you kidding me with this kind of way, and turned to the rest of the class. “Any questions that aren’t totally idiotic?”


“Great.” He clicked to the next slide. “The Parthenon—get ready to hate the British.”


Not a tiny house, but still awesome.

So, I saw the above house and it really spoke to me. I liked the original floor plan and left it alone. The only real change is the change from 5 doors to 4 (although I may reduce them further) and the addition of a staircase going down to a root cellar.

There weren’t any dimensions on the website, but the unfinished walls gave away all the info needed to get the size. I determined that this is a 525 sq. ft. home that is 15 ft. by 35 ft. It seems the walls are approximately 10 ft. from base to top of the facade. This leads me to believe that the roof slopes from 10 ft. to 7 ft. as indicated by how the drywall is cut on the interior.

I used these measurements to research how much the building materials would be and also came up with the floor plan above. I want a root cellar as well, so I included that in all the measurements and cost research.

The total of the materials and appliances that are needed to get the house to a livable state is approximately $20,000. This includes the concrete blocks and bags of concrete for the root cellar. I also included some cosmetic things, like the cost of using stone tile on the walls of the bathroom and of covering the entire floor with tiger striped bamboo, because it looks kinda badass.

My goal with this build is to build a home that is efficient and comfortable during cold weather months. This home will be completely insulated to above the standard for -18°F which will make it comfy all year. For the efficiency, I plan on using solar and wind power for the food storage (deep freezer and small refrigerator) and lights. Propane will be used for cooking food and heating water using an on-demand device. As an alternative I will also have a wood-fired stove for heating the home, cooking, and heating water. During the warm months of the year I plan to do most of my cooking in an outdoor coal or wood-fired kitchen. 

The liberal amount of $40,000 will be the total cost of this home, the land, the digging of the well, the installation of the propane tank, and the purchase of the solar power system. There is no reason why this won’t pay for itself in a few years time. Growing my own food in underground greenhouses will supply me with food to eat and sell year round and will provide me with ingredients for canning, which can also be sold. I also plan on building a forge, which will allow me to make my own tools and create artistic and useful items to sell.

In conclusion, This home is my dream: off-grid, comfortable and inviting. I can’t wait to build it. I also look forward to constructing the accompanying building with 2 bedrooms and a bathroom so I can actually entertain overnight company. My goal is to complete building by early 2016.

Now, if one of you sees something where my measurements may be wrong or if you have any ideas for me, let me know. I welcome constructive criticism.

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