Concept 3

concept 4

Concept 4
Again, this next design concept was based upon having a strong curvilinear wall that essentially wraps and cocoons the habitable space providing privacy to the occupant whilst creating this sense of hard and soft and indifference. The interior space emerges from within the cocoon and the units are located across the face of the wall. An internal wall offset from the external skin forms the corridor that traverses around this curvilinear wall. This is a long and reasonably narrow space where the habitant must pass through in order to access the other units and also provides a place of reflection as you walk through the space (empty unit 7). By shifting the entire space up off the ground provides a sense of security for the habitant whilst also allowing them to watch from above what is happening around them from a distance. This was also indented to reflect my characters desire to forget the past whilst the solid heavy masonry wall is a constant reminder of what once was tying the space ‘back to earth’ so to speak and therefore back to reality. Once within the shell of the space the occupant is able to leave the past behind...

Concept 3
This design was again a further development of this notion of hard and soft elements and the slipping of units within a solid external skin. The tower within this is represented through the bold curvilinear wall that cuts through both levels of the dwelling. It projects up through the space forming different units and is where the inhabitant is able to reflect when they occupy the empty unit 7 which is located on the bottom floor of the space.

Concept 2
I have intended to create a more centralised, yet still uncontrolled environment through this model. Although the Bridgeman thinks of himself as old and wise he is quite the opposite. With having lost someone in his life I attempted to reflect this loss through absence, by taking away a sense of direction within the building and by linking the units through a more open-plan environment.

Concept 1
This concept consists of a series of units scattered across the open facade and encased by a heavy masonry curvilinear wall. My intention here was to create almost a split personality – representing the anxious/uptight personality of my character against the ‘hard’/wise characteristics that he possesses. There is no consistency throughout the placing and sizing of the units across the space – this was intended to reflect the conflicting personality of the Bridgeman.

I focused on a combination of strong curvilinear elements together with straight linear elements and the application of solid heavy masonry materials such as stone to help emphasize a difference in structure and weight whilst reflecting on the Bridgeman’s personality and his life past and present.

John Hejduk The Bridgeman

The Bridgeman listened to the conversation of the two men outside the marble egg shop.
"Would she like a marble egg?"
"I think she would."
"Here, this pink one."
"I think she would like the green one."
"All right. I will get her the green one."
"I think she would like that."
The green marble egg was purchased. The two men walked down the bridge ramp. The Bridgeman followed.
"Wait one moment, i must go back to the shop."
"I will wait here"
He returned shortly and said, "I also bought her the pink one."
The two men continued their journey. The Bridgeman knew they were meeting her daughter.

Berlin Night Character Bridgeman

The black leather belt is fastened tightly around his waist forming small red lines across his skin. He runs his hand gently over the neatly manicured hair beneath his hat, pulling the rim slightly forward and running his fingers across the bridge of the silver bellied smooth felt hat.
Contemplating life whilst starring vividly at the tiny lights flickering against the thick blanket of black that forms a distinct frame around the fluorescent city, he awaits silently the next victim.
It is Tuesday February 14th and the night is seemingly blacker and the air more bitter and colder than ever. Baldur Augusta, a man taunted by his past and tainted by his bitter existence is absorbed by the irrational behaviours of the wind as he stalks the 325m cable-stayed bridge during the early hours of the morning.
Suddenly his eyes fasten on an object far in the distance. Squinting intensely forcing deep crevices across his face a bead of sweat drips from his thick grey brow and onto the timber slats beneath him staining the spot where it landed. His heart pounding deep in his chest quickly making its way up through his body and into his head where it becomes so intense he closes his eyes in attempt to calm the demon within.
Taking several deep husky breaths, he exhales, flem catching in his throat sending him into an intense coughing fit. The piercing noise projecting an echo of deep barks across the still black water. Swiftly his attention turned towards the lack of oxygen reaching his near compressed lungs. Bashing his fits fiercely against his chest as he gasps for air. Blood quickly rushes to his head forcing deep blue veins to surface near his temples before excreting a sticky substance deep from his chest and into a tissue held tightly against his lips. Looking down at the secretion he observes the white tissue speckled with blood.
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with the woman back there” His attention is quickly stolen back by the faint sound of voices coming from deep within the darkness.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. Please! What do you want from me?”
”There is nothing that you can do, just look straight ahead, just concentrate”
Reaching for his belt he grasps the cold steel cylinder by the throat, sliding it out from its leather casing. Searching towards the sounds he flicks the trigger spitting light across the room and blinding him as it reflects off the muddy window. Rubbing his eyes with the knuckle of his finger he blinks a few times before adjusting to the sudden influx of light. Peering through the thick build up of grime he desperately scans the seemingly empty space and across the path his eyes falling over the steel cables and fastening on an object, relatively small… no bigger than his Amalie, floating peacefully against the gentle current.