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Wildetecture architectural design studio. Inspired by the brilliance of nature through the limited machine like vision of man. 

Surfing on Titan or Mars.

 

Wildetecture organic form architecture. 

There is nothing new, really under the sun. When our architectural structures & urban built environment landscapes emulate the free form dynamics of raw nature. We will create ecosystems that are beyond our current big box, small box grid design built environments. Wildetect 2 of 3 is a genius with graphic AI design tools. I am simply an intrepid explorer. When one whispers into the dark and the dark whispers intelligently back. I tend to pull my collar to the wind. What really does excite me is simply redesigning the grid man has built everything around. Our man made design stamp. Our obvious design fingerprint we recognise immediately in anything left to the four winds.

Wildetecture has been fervently exploring a wild organic design landscape for many years. The tools of exploring these wild forms have now improved exponentionally. From the rough handsketch to the slick AI driven render. Exploring a design narrative and outlaying what's deep within an imaginative context is now very powerful. The mystery has been lifted, and the structural technology needs to now just catch up to our imagination. 

Advanced structural 3d print drones sent to Mars or Titan to outlay a new urban landscape design. Human urban built environment sculpting. Just add people, drop, and mix.

Tiger trigger tale

My strange currently developing tale is very disturbing to me. Now hopefully in the telling I will release my insecure thoughts to the 4 winds. Perhaps in the hope of some kind of solace & reprieve before this nights dawn will break. This is just a very small interlude into my life and perhaps at the impending end of it now, you will be left deeply offended by my past behavior. Please don’t venture any further if you are at all squeamish or sensitive. 

It is important to know that i am a great majestic tiger hunter, a mighty man, in my trade being anything but brave in the face of slaughter is not acceptable. And i am the bravest of my ilk.

Triggers of full and complete understanding of past conduct are never logical. One simply has an initial train of understanding - then within an instant of time, our clarity of a past deed is triggered along a completely opposite track of thought.

My immediate understanding trigger hit me when paging through a December 2011 national geographic magazine. Page 82 to be exact. The proceeding article to the what i now understand as a profound trigger was of deep moral virtue. So when page 82 arrived i was completely ambushed in my mind.

Perhaps let me briefly explain to those reading this who i am. I come from a very long line of proud wild tiger hunters. My family has been hunting this majestic creature for many centuries now. Over the years there has been many methods of hunting – however it is common knowledge the tiger is drawn out by the frightening howls, cries of a pure animal paralyzed with intense fear. As mighty hunters we know this anomaly very well – so we look for these sad pathetic creatures amongst the everyday animals around our village. A puppy, a lamb, something that will make sufficient noise to draw out this incredible animal to the sound and smell of raw fear.

A tiger you see is a being like no other – it has no equal amongst living creatures, it has no fear really of anything. Some say it is not a living entity, they put spiritual connotations onto this lethal night shadow. Because the stealth at which such a huge powerful creature moves – it is said that it is scientifically impossible to move with such a complete silence.

Sometimes we as hunters must bait the trap several times during the night because 1 minute you hear the hysterical screams of absolute fear, the next absolutely nothing.

It’s really the sudden immediate complete silence that grips you more than the frightening build-up of absolutely petrified screams in the dark night.

When rebaiting the trap, we often notice not a blade of grass has been disturbed. – it’s like a mist of diabolic energy has stealthily grasped the trap bait and completely vanished into thin air. The lingering smell of a relieved frightened animal is all that remains. The reality of a tiger is you can be a few feet from this huge, majestic creature, and you would not know it was even there. There is a certain hint of a unique smell one would perhaps perceive – however only the well trained to detect these things would register this. It’s a stench like rancid perfume really. A unique musk type scent inducing fear, the smell of herbs and rotting flesh. Not unpleasant but obvious to a trained great tiger hunter like me, I can perfectly detect its presence with dead accuracy.

I first started noticing this exact smell a few months ago – some nights the smell was overpowering, others a hint but nothing ever visible. I searched, tiger slaying instruments and weapons in hand. I searched for the source of this unique tiger smell – however nothing I could ever see. No evidence was present other than the waft of a full-grown tiger within a few feet from where I sat, stood or was lying down. With no tangible evidence I was convinced a trick was being played on me. The slow uneasiness of considering I had picked up a tiger night shadow stalker.  was a completely ludicrous notion.  

A Night shadow stalker is an old myth from times gone past – whereby for many months the hunter becomes the primal hunted. It must be a myth because I live on the 3^rd floor complex, in a very built-up city, far from the nearest wild tiger range. For any tiger to get to me it would be completely impossible to reach me undetected through the city streets. So, this smell I perceive out of thin air must be a cunning trick, a conjurer’s sleight of unsettling hand.

I have made many enemies over the years, so any number of these vengeful types could be using my hunting prowess and skills to try unsettle me.

They say you only see the night shadow stalker the split second before it rips your throat out. The attack is so seamless and powerful you might as well have been hit by a 100 mile an hour freight train while going about your nightly routines.

So, you can fully understand my absolute surprise when last night I awoke to the musky herb, off flesh rancid smell and cold yellow eyes of a full grown 800-pound tiger. Silently staring at me through the pale moon dark night. My first reaction was to immediately soil myself and a feeling of absolute raw panic so overwhelming overtook my entire body. Fear is really a terrible element to have to deal with, adrenaline and the sudden onset of complete paralysis and extreme shivers are immediate. Nothing in life can prepare you for that exact visceral moment of pure complete vulnerability. This gut wrenching experience has convinced me, that I was a split second away from being completely slaughtered. Only to then look around in my own soiled stench, tears and sweat to realise, I was completely alone once again in my small 3^rd floor room. Whatever I had seen had completely slinked away into the pale moon lit night.

I Immediately locked myself in my tiny bathroom and stayed hidden the entire remaining early morning. In this state of renewed understanding and deep shock, I start now to remember each creature used as cruel bait in my relentless pursuit of this majestic tiger. I’m not a sentimental man in any wayl, as death stalks us all, but I started to feel a deep sense of dread for the very limited cruel man I used to be. This current complete fear in me awoke a sense of extreme anxiety and guilt that is now relentless in its pursuit of my awoken conscience. Those yellow cold eyes of silent condemnation burnt into the very back of my skull. It is now all too much at once really.

This afternoon has been better than the morning– but I’m completely petrified to face the onset of sleep in my apartment once again – the hint of a lingering musk herb, rotten flesh rancid smell wafts through my private space as I  currently write this, turning my stomxh content to water. I am now far to afraid for the encroaching night – the screams of each innocent animal I trap baited reverberates right this second in my brain, the sound has instilled a palpable fear so intense I am really struggling to cope, anxiety so deep.  i am currently sweating from every pore and not far from the toilet.

The night has now arrived,  I thought of locking myself in my bathroom again, a determined tiger will easily get in. I must run , keep moving. writing this letter will be the only tangible last living thought of mine left to give. I am deeply sorry for my insensitive actions whilst hunting tigers, to all the beautiful creatures i cruelly used as bait, im am derply sorry. 

It is the shadow night tiger that has come to now condemn me. To my relatives my warning is now very clear. I’m sure i won’t make it through this very dark night here in my flat, I leave this letter, so you don’t need to worry about me. I will be fleeing the city immediately – catching a freight train as far as the rail goes. A destination I don’t want any enemies to be aware of.

As dusk now approaches the deeply haunting condemnatory yellow eyes are piercing me through the impending pale moon evening. My time has now arrived to run – i will now try to outrun this night shadow stalker – i say farewell sig ............

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Wildetecture has always been about pushing the boundaries of creative design aesthetic acceptability. Conceptually wild form & reimagining the existing architectural aesthetic. Not everyones wheelhouse, but when one gets over everyone elses opinions. Thats when the magic happens.

Wildetecture style architectural concrete sculpture brutalism. Habitable architectural design from an entirely different perspective. Not a safe design conceptual. Who u designing for? Yourself! or limp biscuit insipid minds? Never apologise for expressing your own design ideas.

You? yes you! will 1 day hence outpour your mind onto a page. The outcome of thought will be the culmination of a million synaptic implanted memories. A page filled with a single minds journey through the abyss. A light for a mind not yet born & inspiration for a future traveler.

Wildetecture, the first realisation an artist within any creative expressive discipline needs to make to themselves is. Am i going to simply follow the design ideals from all before? Or am i going to have the guts to articulate my own imagination? 99% take the safe design road.
Smart cities aesthetically need to emulate the organic spontaneity of natural forms in nature. The current human mechanical design mindset of fervent grided big box, small box architectural geometric form is very limited.

Form follows finance

 

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   If "form follows function" whatever the function is,  it is the most dynamic point of any design departure, as all design,  it seems, hinges on this single premise.  So  to get to an incredible end product, one has to , it seems from the purist corner,  start with the function. this is absolute according to design moguls the world over. however - and here is the HUGE rub.  if the design ideal is that " form follows function" which makes sense - however hard one tries to change the dynamic. today's design reality is "form follows finance" (not a new school of thought - but definitely one i have experienced many times) we see militant accountants unashamedly butcher artistry, minimizing dramatic design ideas that are the very essence of the end product. leaving a husk of skeletal thought remaining which is not really worth getting excited about. then everyone blames the designer - whilst the real design hackers slink away into the shadows. if you look at the original sketches for most any concept - you will see the very thread of thought that caught the investors imaginations. then on approval of said concept - suddenly profit margins and savings take precedent, finance not function - and viola - another watered down synaptic architectural thought skeleton to blight the skyline for a 150 years. that is why one plays in a design world where accountants have no comment. where the analytical's don't hold sway - because once the concept goes across the threshold of "lets build this" and the rest of the team saunter in. the end product is always going to be dictated by finance not function. the function of this building is HQ additions for Nado Storm  or the function could be  "aesthetics uber alas" no budget constraints - no accountants to be seen for a month of sundays. sometimes for me, the very rules governing any  premise need to be shifted and explored and turned upside down.  i hear horrified gasps and shock horror noises from mostly the architecturally minded folk finding their way to this small post. fortunately its not many of you - so my rhetoric is completely contained and the architectural world is very safe from this type of radicalized architectural design thinking.  well for now anyway - mwahahaha -

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A.I. vs individual human thought

So i decided to reread some old classics, something about reading that realigns the thought processes of ones own tiny little mind. The musty mist passage ways of long ago thought, as one imaginatively synaptically recreates worlds through an old school writers well placed words and letters. That process of eye aligned reading defragmentation led me all the way here.

To AI, artificial intelligence in the modern age of creative artistic expression. The line im typing into the AI machine, Chat GTP is please write me a Tolkeinest type story with shark nados and Mel Gibson as Frodo, a little William Walacy with avatar eyes. Oh and Musty misty passages in Mordor. 

I am now tap finger waiting for chat GTP to write on my behalf the full story, my new creative tool is whir whir creatively writing while i stare glazed one eye into the brushing teeth plughole. Thinking deeply of other much much more important stuff. 

Not that ive ever been anti AI, ive always just been anti phoney fake people more really. You know the type, the type that one feels you have to hide your hard thought creative work from, lest they grab it and fob it unashamedly as their own. Well as you get older you start to care less for these lifters of others work types. Lifes actually to short to sit on artistic ideas lest they be stolen by the creative artistic idea grabber types. So one must simply let ideas free, let them grow, let them become greater than the some of their working parts. Who cares if a candyflos "spook assem" thief steals your artistic creative thunder. 

We not around long enough to make much of a dent in anything anyway some say. Is that the inevitability of eventual cynical thinking in this stew we all find ourselves marinating in? i hear cynics say. 

Well we are all a collective thinking instrument anyway. In otherwords more powerfully united than as individuals. So the solitary creative artist dancing on the fringes is generally absorbed back into the thinking morass of the whole. Hive mind collective creative thought processes. 

So AI other than being a tool for greater imagination, has now opened up a plethora of additional interesting conversation points And narratives. some might say challenges, which to my mind boils down to simple human nature really. 

So you have an artistic creative who has for many, many years quietly honed an artistic skill. This now well practiced over a very long time expertise becomes them. Not only their signature but their every aligned personality trait. Then you have the aforementioned phoney characters with no such artistic raw creative skill, simply using AI to bash out within seconds what has been done behind the scenes by an artistic human driven brain for many years. And obviously there is now the brash nature of the now new profession AI technician. Who now seems to mockingly throw their incredible AI creation infront of the person who has the actual raw artistic creative skill. The AI specialist with much mirth and an incredible look of, "look what I, wonderful me, incredible mo-whA can do," An aire of its so much better than your hard slog 30 years of difficult artist skill toil in the stillness of your silly little creative mind, sucker! attitude!! These now brash AI technician types do that, ive seen it, experienced it, its extraordinary really. Ive been part of many raw creative, AI specialist discussions. The merits the demerits, those with actual artistic creative skill, those with AI sentence structure proficiency. 

One such discussion had the AI technician telling a rather funny story, except i didnt find it funny at all. Because it was my story, my funny story i once wrote and here this candyflos stealer of my story was telling it as their own. Even down to the eye watering nose hair detail. I went to get another drink because what else was there to do really, was a funny story.

So thats my irk i have of the AI technician specialists, and its all to my simple little mind as such. Its a powerful tool that elevates Mediocre Operatives to composing opera pianists. M.O. who have never ever really sat infront of a real piano, or ever read music or who dont even have a pleasant voice for singing. 

A little AI machine thats not even attached to the MO's fingers and another little AI machine not even attached to the not so pleasant voice and another AI machine not even attached to the thinking brain stem. Now seemlessly giving over creative building block data to the M.O. AI specialists. Much end product, composed solely by AI creative material. The AI machine is now playing and singing absolutely beautiful words, through an AI app. The AI person with all the machines not even attached to themselves, as the program is on their phone or computer can now outlay this beautiful music As if it has come from the very depths of themselves. The AI specialist operator is now smugly sitting next to the piano also completely unaware of whats going to happen next. We are all now Listening to incredible composed music no one has ever  heard before coming straight out the darkness of the AI machine. The AI specialists operative, this is what gets me, then stares at the audience while everything is done for them like a Monet Mozart Murcury. All the while one can hear the whir whir of the AI machines as they hiss, spew and groink groink prop up this now super fantastic AI creative person, sitting doing nothing but be a mannequin cyborg in the middle of the room now taking in, no lapping up, all the creative attention for themselves, nogal. 

Flip, creative attention and lime light old school artists have striven illusively for, for centuries. Lime light that every human artist could really use to generate more immediate human driven creativity. Imagine when Musks AI invention of advanced implanted intelligence is fused straight into the human brain stem. Perhaps we will have more puffed up lime lighter blow fish people expounding encyclopedias, only hopefully all on Mars by then. Thats an exciting prospect for a Sunday afternoon second breakfasts Interlude on the red planet. Meta data AI specialists competing with each other on whos AI platform is more intelligent. While the old school purist artist creatives serve them all drinks and garner tips. from these AI doyens of this new immediate lime light creative artist industry. 

Certain now jaundiced eye people in the room might want to pull the plug on these whir whir AI machines doing all the real creative artistic work, just to see what happens when the machines stop churning and the AI technicians lime light gets turned off. I personally would never ever do that, because i hate awkward, embarrasing moments, i have an anxiety phobia when i see people implode in a setting. However much more cruel "others" who dont have my type of phobia would love to pull the plug im sure. In that meeting when raw creativity vs AI technicality suddenly is laid bare For the paying client to see who has what hard wired value when the electricity gets turned off. 

So i have nothing at all against AI, its actually a fantastic tool, its really the human AI driving technician i might look at disrespectful like.

I suppose in any human driven creative endeavor you have those artists who work tirelessly behind the scenes. And you have those that look to get all the accolades as a matter of principle. AI in some ways has magnified that lime light process for some. Those who want creative stroking accolades have an incredible vehicle to get the cocaine sensation of being the genius alot quicker. Perhaps the old school artists are going, but you never did that. What you presenting is generated by algorythmic collective computer process. Its not exactly your work that your presenting. Some would cry fake, phoney, some would just cry. But that would all be far to mean to make such a statement really. Especially to this new generation of creative artists AI specialists. 

What most practiced old school creative artists have learned over many years,  is to try and be humble, i say try because artist and humble can be on opposite ends of human emotion. when one has the my artwork creative output reveal. Its normally done with humble dignity, the praise heaped on an old school artist at exhibition time is done due to the obvious time and effort on display. Most artists smile and bow with dignity as they accept praise for the hard artistic creative work they have done. 

However the AI "new money" technician mostly today hasnt learnt this important part of the artistic creative process Yet. Firstly its the disrespect towards others who have spent years acquiring an artistic skill the hard way. Then its the look how very easy it is and how quick it is to be a fantastic creative artist like you hard yard workers mindset. Followed by the i am actually rather a wonderful AI artist creative. All the while the 30 year not so wealthy but hugely talented over time real old school artistic genius sits there with an incredulous bemused look. Thinking i thought i left these types behind when i worked hard to perfect my artistic skills. Only to have the AI machines thats not even attached to the athletes arm AI javelin thrower, beat them at the olympics. 

I was having a sunday lunch with a few folk the other day. And one of the participants to this relaxed afternoons proceedings At the Brassbell. Through a pizza, white wine mouthful said. Look at how very easy it is to compile a poem in AI. He then spoke into his phone, mentioning names of people we knew, their professions, what they liked, what they eat, how often they wear black. And within seconds, no whiring he read this incredible poem aligning with each input thought. That would have taken me 10 years im sure and i still would have left out the sardines in the curtains. Why did i feel so defeated? I felt why blimmen bother with my less than that incredible output AI endeavor. I felt it mocked my in the dark limited abilities.

So i got to thinking deeply, this is definetly me thinking, not the AI, i can tell its me because it lacks a certain polished refinement. 

I reckon im going to use AI to write my comic book. I got hold of wildetect 2. Who is an absolute guru with AI speaking into the darkness stuff. In minutes he sent me back graphic stuff. I got very excited. I reckon i can turn my half baked mind and use the AI machine not attached to my brain stem. And churn out Barbara Cartland type comics with a small thread of my complete madness coupled with the algorythms of this new day. 

Cant beat em, join them, i aint no purist. I want to sit in the room with no actual AI machines attached to me. Getting all that candyflos attention lime light. Im now going full AI continental cyborg. 

Oh, AI just spat out my William Frodo story, "in the beginning there was a hole in the ground, in the hole lived you can take my life, but not my FREEDOM.!!!........" oh am i in for an AI reading treat.

Well just as soon as i can get out of bed, i will start my comic, all this super highway creative AI writing and reading stuff makes me SO very tired. 

My Nado Storm character vs AI rendition below. 

 

 

Storms within a storm.

The absolute pure solice of finding a part of the Cape peninsula devoid of most humans is complete bliss. 

Sitting around a fire, having ones on your own braai, a simple thin sausage boerie roll. No utensils just the raw moment of basic needs met. When storms rage across the Cape its the surfers that are meeting the storms head on. When i surfed like a frothing grom i was all over the winter raging weather. Ready to drop like a cork into the heart of the maelstrom cauldron. Very comfortable in my abilities and equipment.

Now on the big days to observe is sufficient. Oh how times change.

The moment of age we dont always realise stalks up on us quickly. Suddenly we are gripped, vice like, in a pythons stranglehold of age & our own weaknesses, disintegrations rough grasp. It is the realisation that our abilities not carefully performed & practiced, leave us vulnerable to our passions. our passions not carefully executed leave us vulnerable within this advancing heuristic storm fronts path. 

As a surfer drops like a cork into the maelstrom of a wild raging sea. Any passion involving raw nature & honed ability needs continued practice to stay alive. 

We must simply keep practicing our raw art. This Winter wild storm that rages within a storm. We also drop like a cork into the maelstrom of this frenetic life. We keep honing our skills & rather than getting overwhelmed by the currents. We must become skilled at harnessing the energy of the ocean currents around us - a heuristic advance.

Sitting alone watching a huge heaving ocean, ostriches to the left of me, baboons to the right. Stuck in the middle with my own thoughts and challenges. Thrown like a cork into the maelstrom of life, a micro clear moment of a storm within storms, wild and free.