Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I remember the morning sun’s embrace; it would radiate through the fields of tall grass as it kissed my shoulders and face. There was a cool, unhurried breeze that convinced even the most stubborn of wheat to dance. As I walked through the field of my husband’s brother, Natanael, I would brush my fingertips across the course seed heads of the wheat plants. I liked the way they tickled. But my favorite was watching Itai’s eyes grow with wonderment as the clouds glided and the fields swayed. He was quiet but I knew he was carefully curious about everything he was observing. I carried him to my father’s house…
Those were what my mornings used to be. Now the sun scorns the earth where the fields once were. Itai cries and I know it is because he is hungry. My mother, Daliyah, and I are helping our neighbors as best we can to cope with our lost and wounded. At different moments I see the despair in her eyes from the loss of her husband, and my father,
- Adina’s Memory
Group Red Team
Hailey Allen, Jeff Linn, Wesley Shamlian and I were assigned the grueling task of creating a makeshift shelter for the purpose of socializing. Our group determined that our structure needs to have room for two or more people to sit, or stand, comfortably. After taking careful notice of how people interact with one another we noted that small groups naturally create a U-shape or circle when conversing. Thus, our structure will need to imitate the same form. We also brainstormed about common areas where people meet to converse and socialize; some of which: the bar, coffee shops, lunch rooms… all of these spaces were large but allow for intimacy as well. After minimal research on color theory we decided that a darker pallet would suit our space. However, being challenged with using only found materials may put a damper on this idea… more ideas to come.