Block Week 2
The ArchiRobots
It's a Tuesday morning, but for some strange reason it feels like a horrible Monday, and the Mother City isn't exactly in the best of moods. The long weekend certainly wasn't long enough and I am a little earlier than I should be, as I run-walk to the taxi rank with my larger than life portfolio bag - which by the way, makes everyone look at me like I am bearing a suicide bombing kit. I swiftly slot myself and my bag into the taxi and look through the window while listening to Robyn's "Robotboy", knowing that the song title will be an analogy for my week. This is it. The second campus Block Week.
I nervously walk into the BMW building with Aina, after enthusiastically greeting her and a few other classmates who are standing outside. I am nervous, not because the security guard cannot recognize my face and requires identification, but because I haven't independently exercised my design ability since the first Block Week. But despite all that, the nervousness is accompanied by a genuine wave of enthusiasm. A deep sigh, and I take the lift up, prepared to get lost in the maze. Literally. Navigation around that building is a bit of a nightmare.
We have four days to complete and hand-in a design project. Of course that is accompanied by a few unvoiced whines and moans about a Construction & Detailing project at hand. It is a case of hoping for the best but expecting the worst, knowing that one will be groggy and bloodshot-eyed for the next three days. Three days. It seems like nothing until you realise that your sleeping patterns have been re-programmed during the past few months, and that shutting down at your own convenient time is just going to be a distant fantasy while you burn that midnight oil. Re-programmed? Yes. We are robots. All of us know that entering campus grounds means forgetting that you are human. Your personal problems and post-class commitments remain outside. In fact, practically all human activities because the 2,4 ceiling height has no room for them - It can only accommodate a plethora of design concepts. Okay! Work mode activated. Check. Shiny metallic skin to withstand critique sessions. Check. Battery charged. Check. And by battery I mean the energy and will to be productive.
The design R2D2s assemble in the long and narrow lecture room, echoing inaudible sounds while attempting to catch up. We all have one thing in common. The sometimes glitchy, but resilient love for architecture. Before us, stands an ever so patient team of lecturers - June, Heidi, Tasliema and Desmond. With smiles portraying their pride and happiness to see us back for yet another term of information upload and update (and hopefully not overload), they announce the project: a light weight steel frame structure with desired cladding to exhibit visual arts, vend refreshments or host performing arts for the Cape Town First Thursdays monthly event. Okay bots, get on it.
There is an underlying fear about coming up with a design concept, as it will determine how one branches off, derives and extrapolates ideas for a project's design matrices. Every time before my design process commences, I have to deal with it. Yes, every designer is aware of the fact that a design process is never linear (in fact if it is, it is probably flawed), but that is not sufficient consolation to help the paranoia and architectural OCD. Human problems, yikes. I thought I left that outside of the building. Fortunately I manage to come up with a minimal but strong (I think) concept for my design just in time to obtain enough crits and conduct research in order to complete the project before I run out of "battery", or even worse, TIME.
I may make it seem like it is all doom and gloom, when on the contrary it is not. It is one of the few places where I can express the passion for something that I love and gush about it for days without appearing like a one-eyed creature from outer space. A place where we can crack dry jokes about Le Corbusier or draughting kits and laugh about until our stomachs ache. The only place with a niche in the shape of my body into which I can slot myself.
In simple words, Block Week is not just an academic week. It is an arena for those who are genetically engineered to be creative to share commonalities in every way possible, by excluding everything that exists outside its boundaries.