'On Houses', Khalil Gibran
This year, my student Adrianna Druzdz has developed a beautiful building located within the historic town of Rye, East Sussex, which proposes a compact cultural complex for an artist-led creative organisation.
nspired by Rye’s medieval fabric, the proposal takes the form of a loose assemblage of buildings, evoking the town’s varied rooflines, narrow lanes, and fragmented grain.
Rather than a large singular building, the project comprises a series of smaller distinct volumes, each tailored to its function yet collectively forming a cohesive whole. A varied roofscape reinforces the sense of individuality while referencing the town’s irregular skyline. At the centre sits a materials swap library, acting as a social anchor within an open courtyard. This placement encourages a meandering movement through the site-echoing the experience of exploring Rye itself.
Studios for printmaking, storytelling, life drawing, and gallery spaces are positioned around this core, connected via external walkways that foster informal encounters and public engagement. Each building is expressed as an independent form, articulated through a palette of cladding types that vary in scale, texture, and finish.
This architectural language becomes a metaphor for community: individual identities gathered into a shared environment. Rooted in the materiality of Rye- clay tiles, brick, planting- the project aims to offer space for creativity, exchange, and quiet gathering.
Academic works alongside Kieran Wardle and Holly Wheeler
“Standing there on the embankment, staring into the current, I realized that—in spite of all the risks involved—a thing in motion will always be better than a thing at rest; that change will always be a nobler thing than permanence; that that which is static will degenerate and decay, turn to ash, while that which is in motion is able to last for all eternity.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights
"It's popular, it's supposed to be — it's for my Dad". Glass
For the last academic year, we have worked with a live client; an artist-led creative organisation called Knot Works, who approached our studio to develop a building proposal for a new facility in Hastings. This collective use their work to help bring people together to learn, share and nurture through exhibitions, workshops and events, with a special focus on cultivating a community.
Hastings poses particular questions as the site for our projects. The town has weathered a steady decline, but a recent influx of young residents seeking respite from urban life has introduced new optimism into this coastal town.
Our challenge was to ask ourselves what role architecture can play in embedding residents within their own communities.
We start by modelling rooms for these interactions to occur in. We join these rooms together by producing abstract sectional drawings, that imagine routes around fictional buildings to generate encounters between people and spaces that inspire, surprise, and intrigue.
We use the ideas that result from these explorations to open up new proposals for buildings that accelerate a sense of immersion.
Throughout the year, we used this brief to learn about and develop the tools we have as architects to engender a sense of belonging in the people we build for. We investigated ways we can use buildings as cultural anchors to make intangible things tangible– to give physical form and weight to feelings of belonging and identity.
Can buildings spark a resonance between place and people to develop a new sense of who we are and what we are a part of? Our students think so.
Poem on his Birthday
In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea
Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of birds
This sand grain in the bent bay's grave
He celebrates and spurns
His driftwood thirty fifth wind turned age;
Herons spire and spear.
Under and round him go
Flounders, gulls, on their cold, dying trails,
Doing what they are told,
Curlews aloud in the congered waves
Work at their ways to death,
And the rhymer in the long tongued room, Who tolls his birthday bell,
Toils towards the ambush of his wounds;
Herons, steeple stemmed, bless.
In the thistledown fall,
He sings towards anguish; finches fly In the claw tracks of hawks
On a seizing sky; small fishes glide
Through wynds and shells of drowned
Ship towns to pastures of otters...
Dylan Thomas
Taken from ‘Poems’ published by J.M.Dent
Similar to many esteemed architects, his journey began as an apprentice to a cabinetmaker at the onset of the 17th century. Subsequently, with the backing of a wealthy benefactor, he ventured to Italy to hone his skills in drawing and painting, catching the eye of Kristian IV of Denmark during his time there. Upon returning to England after a few years, Jones secured a position at the court of King James I, where he crafted extravagant costumes and stage sets for the grand court spectacles called masques. He collaborated closely with the renowned English playwright Ben Jonson on more than 500 productions, although their partnership was marked by incessant disagreements, as often seen with brilliant minds. Though it is his design for the Queen’s House in Greenwich, commenced in 1616, that we find most beguiling. Here is a description by architectural historian John Summerson:
“The house was designed to meet very peculiar circumstances. At Greenwich the gardens of the palace were divided from the park by a public road, running from Deptford on the west to Woolwich on the east. This meant that a royal party proceeding into the park had to cross the road; it also prohibited any effective architectural link, short of a bridge, between the palace and park. In conceiving the Queen’s House, Jones converted this difficulty into an opportunity and designed a double house, half in the garden, half in the park, the two halves connected by a covered bridge. He didn’t not attempt anything spectacular out of the bridge and packed the whole design into an approximate square figure, so that when, in 1661, two further bridges were built, on the perimeter of the square, and almost flush with the outer walls, the division in the design ceased to be apparent without any violence to the conception as a whole. Today, with the road diverted, it is hard to believe in the duality which was such an essential and curious feature of the original conception.”
– John Summerson, Architecture in Britain 1530 - 1830
The studios space, operated by Columbia Record from 1948 to 1981 was located at 207 East Street, between 2nd and 3rd Avenues, New York City. Having been a church for many years, it had been abandoned and empty for some time, before its transformation in 1948 into a recording studio by Columbia Records.
The site was originally the Adams-Parkhurst Memorial Presbyterian Church, a mission of the Madison Square Presbyterian Church, designed by the architect J. Cleaveland Cady, dedicated in 1875. Several groups shared the building over the years, including a German Lutheran congregation, an Armenian Evangelical Church, and a local radio station.
The first photo in this entry was taken by Don Hunstein in April 1955, before a session at by pianist Glenn Could who recorded his interpretation of Johann Sebastian Bach's Goldberg Variations (BWV 988). Prior to the session, Gould toured the nearby Steinway factory in Astoria, Queens. He played every piano in the showroom and selected four, which he took to Columbia's 30th Street Studio. In subsequent years, the studio was used to record 'Kind of Blue', Miles Davis' modal masterpiece. The second image in this post documents Miles in that session, also shot Hunstein.
On May 29, 1981, a second version of the Goldberg Variations by Glenn Gould was recorded in this studio, a year before Gould's death. It was also the very last recording session ever in ‘The Church’.
We visited the site where the studio once stood on 30th back in 2019, as part of our own jazz pilgrimage.
The process couldn’t be more human. Mr. Eicher marinates in the music, then (most often) shuttles between the album and his archive of images until he lights on the right one. It’s intuitive and improvisational (like much of what he has recorded), he says of his search for images that have the intonation and playfulness of the music, that aren’t obvious, but contrapuntal.
“It’s a very personal decision,” he said of settling on an album’s visual score. “I’m going for aesthetic connotation. And it doesn’t take more than a week. It’s like a recording mix. I want to get it done.”
– Excerpt from CDs Know That Ears Have Eyes by By Dana Jennings from the New York Times
BBC's flagship jazz programme, featuring performances by the great British and American modern jazz musicians, was broadcast between 1964 and August 1966 with beautiful typography and stylish cinematography.
'Time is what gives these landscapes their potency, the sheer weight and stretch of time. From the forming of minerals and elements, to their eventual unnatural re-emergence, to the closure and decay of works and even whole vistas, time crushes everything.'
–Jon Pountney
“When you start working, everybody is in your studio- the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas- all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.” – John Cage
Depictions of a Neapolitan Vision, Giorgio Amirante (2023)
"Although I had little to do with the colliery, I lived close to it for eighteen years, taking for granted its sights and sound. Miners, completely black but for the whites of their eyes and their pink lips, held no terrors for me as a child and I was never frightened by tales of bogeymen, although an evacuee friends from Finchley in London, Olive Hughes, ran and hid in the flood overflow pipe the first time she saw a blackened miner, and when the hooter blast was heard at the end of the afternoon shift, she would run home, saying it was time for tea although it was only there o'clock." – Mary Davies Parnell
“Salomé Jashi’s fascinating and deadpan film shows, in a series of tableau-type shots, the effect that these purchases are having up and down the land. Local workers squabble among themselves at the dangerous, strenuous, but nonetheless lucrative job of digging them up. The landowners and communities brood on the sizeable sums of money they are getting paid and Ivanishvili’s promises that roads will also be built. But at the moment of truth, they are desolate when the Faustian bargain must be settled and the huge, ugly haulage trucks come to take their trees away in giant “pots” of earth, as if part of their natural soul is being confiscated. (Surely at least some of these trees will have died en route, although this is not revealed.)
"Whole villages are clearly in the throes of emotions they cannot understand: angry, upset, yet also weirdly elated at the undoubtedly extraordinary spectacle that they have facilitated – a Birnam Wood coming to Ivanishvili’s exclusive Dunsinane. Transporting these trees is a Fitzcarraldo-type operation: a folie de grandeur of staggering proportions. And finally, far from the remote villages from which the trees have been abducted, sometimes in darkness (perhaps to avoid mass protests from those suffering seller’s remorse) we see the strange private garden that the oligarch has built, with its trees and manicured lawns. The whole country is the real garden which he has attempted to subdue, reducing it to the tamed sterility of private property.”
Review by Peter Bradshaw from the Guardian