Wednesday, January 20, 2010

my office. my sanctuary.

there is a space.

a space of about 600 sq.ft, contained within a building, that from a distance, looks like a modern version of the mythical, gleaming emerald tower that was featured in the movie, The Wizard Of Oz ... you know, the one with Dorothy, the tin man, the lion and the scarecrow. the one where we all remember the immortal phrase, "we're not in Kansas anymore,"

that building, more commonly known as Bali, the one in sunway.

now, within this building, there is an office lot on the 11th floor, which serves as my base of operations, but more than just a deceptively simple work studio, this space means the world to me. this is the space where ideas are born, concepts are explored, and ultimately, designs are created and refined. this is my own design studio, and since October 1, 2008, it has been my sanctuary.

now, this is an interesting word to relate to an office.

"sanctuary"

how on earth do you metaphorically connect these 2 vastly different places of intention into a single origin? after all, aren't offices suppose to be dreary places, wrought with bad vibes and even worse politics, where getting work done satisfactorily seems like a distant dream, and no one seems to really care for each other?

and you know what, for most of us unfortunately, that's exactly what it is.
and that's exactly what i wanted to avoid.

i wanted my office, first and foremost, to be a sanctuary.

now, what exactly does that mean, this beautiful word "sanctuary", as claimed by Esmeralda as she entered that magnificent cathedral, protected by both God and Quasimodo in Paris circa 1482, in what was arguably Disney's best animated movie, The Hunchback of Notre dame?

well, according to several online dictionaries, a sanctuary is :


1a.
A sacred place, such as a church, temple, or mosque.
1b. The holiest part of a sacred place, as the part of a church around the altar.

2a. A sacred place, such as a church, in which fugitives formerly were immune to arrest.
2b. Immunity to arrest afforded by a sanctuary.

3a. A place of refuge or asylum.

4a. A reserved area in which birds and other animals, especially wild animals, are protected from hunting or molestation.

well, obviously 4 doesn't quite work in this context, but
1,2 and 3 are statements of truth
. personified.

to me, that exactly what my office is .. a sacred space, where ideas can flourish, where drawings can be crafted, both as raw sketches on paper and precise lines on the computer screen, and where my dream of being an accomplished design consultant one day are being materialized, slowly and steadily.

these four walls are akin to an incubator, protecting me from the annoyances of the outside world, while allowing for ideas in my mind to take root, grow and develop.

a space where a sense of serenity permeates the ambiance, cultivating peace of mind , where design books, magazines and journals are occasionally researched, where pen, paper and keyboard, placed side by side, are used skilfully to create 3D drawings and models, and finally where music is played to give comfort and joy to the inhabitant. I can honestly say that every time I open my door, and enter my office, a smile emerges out of nowhere and sticks to my face the whole day.

its a space i am tremendously grateful for.

and so, let me take this opportunity to post some pics of my office on this post, and visually share, the most important space to me right now. at least in both my professional and personal life.



First stop, my workstation, with the computer on, radio too - the initial place where ideas float in my mind.



i like Japanese designs, and it shows.





















the beech coloured cabinets behind the station, where personal treasures of particular significance are located, beneath the presence of majestic gold fan, with clear eastern motifs such as cranes and pine trees. katana, orchids, vases. scriptures. candles. artifact.



my wall of aspirations, which are mounting boards, showcasing graphics of
my hopes and wishes, in multi-colour manifestations, splashed all over the walls from one end to another, and where japanese paper lanterns scattered selectively all over the place.



my research and conference centre. journals, magazines and books placed in white frames, with 4 architectural models of past college projects at the top, stacked neatly next to a a self - made table of glass, supported by blocks of concrete molded geometric ornamentation, and of course, more paper lanterns.



this is where i have meetings with my clients, contractors and anyone else who comes to my office for a discussion. we sit on the carpet, facing each other with a lantern next to us and talk, reminiscent of entering a japanese tea house, and enjoying the humble feeling of sitting on the floor.



and in front of the workstation, 3 more open shelf timber cabinets. these house my files on past and present projects, and i decided to arrange them in a most unconventional way. they are laid out in an informal diagonal layout, playing with angles in relation to each other.

and the background wall has been draped with bamboo chicks. huge ones recovered from a project, which otherwise would have shamelessly been thrown away. i liked their texture, the rawness of their appearance and the weathered look they display.

and oh yea, the other poster on the wall, well that's a personal hero of mine. a powerful figure that grew up with us back in the 80's, who led a faction of valiant warriors that had this amazing ability to transform at will from one form to another effortlessly, and who recently made live appearances in 3 movies in 2007, 2009 and 2011. yup, you guessed it.

Optimus Prime!



And finally, the Buddha in the Box. A small statue, clad in gold finish, meditating in complete silence on my table, under a bodhi tree of his very own -a modern visual interpretation, of course.

a touch of sublime divinity as the final piece.
oh yes,
this really is my sanctuary, in every sense of the word.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

an international excursion ... well, three actually ...> part 3

the last of the three excursions. and the quickest one too.

ok, my final day here in hong kong. got up late as usual, after spending quite a bit of time last nite with a loved one roaming the streets of city at nite, mostly in kowloon and taking more pictures.
i felt i was pretty much done this time, and the only thing that was left was to see the prominent HK couple once again for lunch, and discuss some basic ideas and concepts for the Gardens and
enjoy each other's company for the last time.













thats' us having lunch up there. kind, kind people.

now, for the last part of this excursion, i had to go back to the apartment i was staying in sai wan, pack my bags and leave for the ferry to macau by 4pm. i was kinda hoping to have left for macau earlier, but the couple insisted i have lunch with them before i leave for home, and so i did.

and im glad.

i met the couple at a restaurant at the four seasons hotel, where i was shown where they were seated as soon as i got there. they greeted me with a smile and of course, i reciprocated. we spoke about possible design concepts about the Gardens for a bit, while lightly eating various eastern delicacies and discussing the possibility of future ventures with them. it was exciting to be doing this, and although we weren't jumping up and down expressing our enthusiasm, the thrill was palpable, albeit in a quiet and dignified manner in the air.

i really felt like an international architect with these people. here they were, an elderly couple, kind and wealthy, asking me for ideas on what can be done with their place, which obviously carried deeply sentimental links to their culture and personal history.

this feeling at the onset of establishing a promising collaboration to pursue ideas and concepts for a design project is quite possibly one of the best feelings a designer of any discipline can experience, because within this one moment in time, we are all connected on an emotional level to push ourselves to create something magnificent and ultimately, memorable. we were all thrilled with various design possibilities that we can incorporate into the existing layout of the Gardens, and the challenge was to ensure that the changes we made would not compromise the historical and cultural integrity of the site.

and thats the primary direction that we have to pursue.

and when that was finally over, i bid goodbye, telling them i would probably get some ideas and visuals ready sometime by chinese new year in feb 2010, and will probably email them the presentation as soon as i could. and, that symbolically, ended this journey. after i left, i bought some postcards and geisha doll at a local market before reaching the apartment as mementos on this trip, and then i went home, and packed up and took the ferry to macau as quickly as i could.

it was 4pm.

my flight was at 9pm, so i still had a bit of time to spare. now, the reason why i wanted to visit macau was to explore this one place that everyone was making a lot of noise about, The Venetian. this supposedly world class hotel and casino, modeled shamelessly in appearance after certain parts of Venice, Italy that pulls the gambling, devil - may-care crowds from all across the four corners of the globe, was the talk of the town on everyone's lips for quite some time when it opened, and i had read a lot about it in some articles as well.

so i thought, oh well, im already here, i might as well and go and see what the fuss is about.
so as soon as i reached macau by about 5 pm, i immediately took the bus to the casino and had only about 2 hours to explore as much as i could.

would this be worth it, i wondered. well, we'll soon find out.








well as soon as i got there, it was exactly what i expected.

a skin deep, meaninglessly decorated humongous complex, flashing with glaring over-exuberant decadence at every surface and corner, divorced from any cultural or historical relationships with its surroundings and people, and was clearly built to glorify the almighty dollar, while simultaneously enriching but more often than not robbing people for their hard earned salaries.
it was a temple of money, built on the premise of a
ridiculous kind of effluence, cloaked with a superficial sense of grandeur and royalty that permeated every level of the atmosphere and it was undoubtedly one of the worst buildings i've ever been to in all my life.

from my viewpoint, this was architecture ... at its worst.

oh sure, all the brochures, journals and magazines will tell you this place is a modern wonder, where you could fulfill your life long ambition of being a multi - millionaire over night, hobnobbing with the rich and famous, with a leggy model on one side and champagne and cigars on the other, but from an architectural point of view, this place represented almost everything that wrong with our society.

this was where architecture, instead of lifting the human spirit and enriching our existence with noble ideals of shelter, communion and protection, was used to create a space that would suck you dry, both financially and spiritually, and where layers and layers of structure were designed to cultivate images of self-indulgence, depravity and degeneracy. all these elements were brought together to reinforce an illusionary sense of wealth, which ultimately was meaningless and hollow, rendering us normal human beings slaves to pursue money at all cost, even if it means we lose our selves and our souls in the process.

like i said, architecture at its worst.

but i stayed, just to explore the limits of human greed, where here it manifested itself structurally. i have to admit i was impressed with how meticulously detailed the whole complex was, but like i said earlier, it was all superficial. meaningless and hollow.

you decide, however, if you feel the same way.









the entrance lobbies. over lit and over played.


















rows and rows of slot machines, all bathed in a golden hue,
drapped in decadent classical designs and colours, waiting
for the next sucker to "donate" his money.










artificial facades beneath an artificial sky. sumps up
the identity of the whole place in one word. artificiality.











colonnades and colonnades of ludicrous, overly - decorative
cosmetic statues and surfaces.










the exterior facade, like a wedding cake that's just overly done.

well, after this was over, after spending about 2 hours here, i had to leave to the airport. this was the last shot i took before i left macau. my three excursions were done. its time to head home. i managed to squeeze as much as i could within that 2 hour time span that i had when i was here, and i think i was reasonably satisfied with my efforts here.

time to go home.
















merry X'mas everyone and happy new year people ... I've done celebrating mine


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

an international excursion ... well, three actually ...> part 2

Shenzhen, China.
My first trip to the Middle Kingdom and the second part of my international excursion.

Now there's a name with a nice ring to it, don't you think?

I'm was still in Hong Kong, freezing and the first major thing I came here for, its done and over with. The Dragon Gardens Sojourn is done.
Initially intriguing, and ultimately, satisfying. The next part of the process was to contemplate, then conceptualize and finally commence on ideas for these kind people in Hong Kong.

But before that,
a wonderful treat.

You see, other than the fact that these people from Hong Kong and the US are as kind and considerate as well as rich and, well rich, they also get to do amazing things, and they've extended an
invitation to me. The American couple, managed to secure 2 extra tickets to go see a Lang Lang in China, and they've ever so graciously asked me to come along.

Wait, who?

Yea! That's exactly what I thought ...
who? So I did what any person of the Net generation would do. I googled. And wow, did I found out who he was!

Lang Lang is a world class Chinese pianist, presently considered to be the finest in the Orient, possibly even the world, who has performed classical music in front of the likes of both presidents Obama and Bush, as well a host of other spectacular guests, ranging from diplomats to dignitaries, super stars to rock stars, and has played on every continent to world class audiences time, and time and time again. I'm not gonna keep on describing this man's unearthly musical talents and accomplishments, so to make things easy, and save space, time and effort, please just click on this link :

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lang_Lang_(pianist)


You'll get the picture soon enough.


I found out that this was the guy, that China
hand picked to commemorate the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony back in 2008.

THIS
was the guy.
  • So how could I possibly say no?
  • How could I possibly refuse an invitation to see the maestro perform and tickle the ivory keys in a world class performance centre in Shenzen, which is about an hour away from Hong Kong by train?
  • How could I be discourteous to my kind, kind guests?
Of course, I couldn't say no.

I'm a gentleman. Plus, it would have been so cool to see him perform in person. So it was confirmed. The plan was to meet the couple's nephew at the IFC in Hong Kong, and we were gonna rendezvous to catch a train together to Shenzen. We met at 1pm. Towering man he was, at 6'2", when I saw him, and he pretty much took care of everything, and the best part he spoke Mandarin and Cantonese, so all I did was tag along.
Oh yes, so nice to just lay back.












So we took the train, had a good chat along the way, and whilst he napped in the train, I looked out. Looked out the train window, trying to enjoy everything as quickly as it whizzed by,
the scenaries, the outskirts, the mountains and the skies.













The countryside was pleasant to say the least, with natural settings pretty much dominating the views from one end to another.













We eventually arrived at the train station in Shenzen, and after the routine immigration checks, we met up with the American couple. We were all
excited, we were all thrilled. Excited about meeting up, excited about catching up and excited about tonite's performance. It was casual conversations all the way, till we reached in the middle of town.

I was in China!

I was in arguably the most dynamic country in the world! It hit me like a freakin' asteroid out of the blue, blue sky .. I was walking and savouring the sights and sounds on the roads in a city in China! Granted, its no Beijing or Shanghai, but hey, its a start and who knows, I mite end there too one day, but for the time being, this was cool.

China!

So we met, and first things first, we were off. Next on the agenda, lunch! But of course this being China,
we needed something a little bit more exotic than the usual fare. So we decided on seafood, at some street peppered with seafood restaurants famous over the city for their bountiful harvest from the oceans, prepared as delectable cuisine for the traveller. And we arrived and we entered and we feasted. Man, what a selection of live food to choose from.
















Vibrant
crabs of red and orange, humongous lobsters of pink and maroon, alien - looking ceraphods with 8 legs ( or was it 10? ) , strangely vulgar looking elephant clam shells, bronze skin fishes with black spots, jelly fish - like soft scallops and a host of other weird, weird creatures from the deep were about to meet their untimely deaths so that we may dine on a feast of bizarre tastes on that fine Monday afternoon. Oh, and how we feasted.

Yes, life was good here in China. Well, for us travelers anyway.

after lunch, back to the hotel. it was time to take a rest, and we decided to rendezvous at the hotel lobby around 6.30pm to get to the concert later, and so i had a bit of free time to myself. so of course the first thing that i did was walk around the surrounding city areas just to have a look at the place. and well, to be honest here, there was nothing really all that spectacular to look at. lots of tall buildings, lots of big shopping complexes, lots of scattered retail lots and the usual stuff you'd find in an urban setting. i walked around, took some photos, and headed back to the hotel.










by 6.30, we were all set. all 4 of us had meet in the lobby, and we were off to the performance center in Shenzhen. Caught in the jam for a bit, but eventually we approached our destination, and as i saw glimpses of the venue from afar, i thought, "wow, what a building!"











from a distance, the building looked like a series of 3 distorted pyramids in white frames and clear glass, glowing like a lantern, through a transparent crystalline skin, supported internally by a yellow skeleton in the night ambiance, instantly creating a powerful appeal that
magnetically draws you into the space.

as we approached, i was simply getting more and more excited.

excited about actually being present in the interior of this remarkable locale, and jumping at the chance to discover what the inside of this place must look like. and so, as soon as i entered, my eyes were wide open.

wide open to take in the wonder of the huge and elegant structures in a seemingly delicate arrangement of steel frames and trusses that appeared to be connected precariously in the air, through a humongous clear volume, containing a mixture of solid planes and empty voids, cleverly locked and lit together in a lattice net.










wide open to the the sense of openness and spaciousness of the environment within
, in total awe of the view, where everything seemed alive, fragile and perilous, ready to collapse all at a moments' notice.


















in architectural retrospect, as i was there, i was reminded of articles that i read when i was younger in design college stating that performance centres are designed to be as dramatic as the performances they house, and this place undoubtedly, lived up that intended ideal.






















dramatic
was the right word indeed.


ultimately, both the exterior and the interior of the performance centre looked like a concoction of spider webs interwoven together, held in place by randomly shaped and arranged white steel frames, occasionally inter positioned with elongated rectangular tubes in gold, and in rich detail, that seem to have fallen from the sky, and frozen into place upon hitting the ground. we were however rushing, and we had to move quickly, and after soaking in as much as i could, we were off to the performance hall itself.

"man, this was all so exciting. thrilling. electrifying,"

and upon entering the hall, it was another sight to behold. granted, it wasn't as spectacular as the main entrance area, but it wasn't without its charms. a simpler space no doubt, but just as wonderful to be in, and to sit comfortably to enjoy a show or two. this is where we would be seated to wait for the maestro himself to come and perform with an assembly of school children on stage and as soon as the show started, we were blown away.


















there he was, Lang
Lang, playing the piano, like a rock star on the ivory keys, surrounded by young children, probably between the ages of 4 to 12, who were unbelievably talented,playing along with him. to be honest tho, the performance itself was more like a tutorial session, where he would mentor the kids as they played along in mandarin, but that doesn't take away the awe one feels when being in the presence of a musical genius, doing what he does best. and doing it with a group of children who were well on their way of being musical geniuses and world class performers themselves.

















the montage seemed appropriately complete.


and so, we sat there, enjoyed the show for about an hour or so, took as many photographs as i could, as usual and finally after everything was over, we departed. we left the hall on our separate ways, where the couple went back to the hotel and i followed their nephew back to hong kong, that very night itself.

i had momentarily contemplated on staying another day to see what shenzhen looks like in daylight, as i tried to see the city in the night within the silhouettes of the buildings cloaked in partial darkness, but instinctively, i didn't feel the need to do so. and so, i went back, by train to hong kong and with this guy as my companion. eventually we arrived back at hong kong station after taking a taxi, i was back home at sai wan at about 1am.










this amazing day was over and a
sense of calm enveloped me as i recalled the events of the day.

started off in hong kong, took a train to shenzhen, made friends with a gentleman by the harbour, had lunch with an international couple feasting on strange delicacies, visited a world class performance centre, witnessed a genius piano playing maestro and back to hong kong in the middle of the night. this day truly was amazing. and the most amazing part ...



i was in china!