Wild built environment habitats

Human sprawl tar concrete encrusted architectural scape is now spreading like prolific malignant cancer across the earth. Gobbling up lush forests and laying waste to age old eco systems. Our architectural landscapes wrap the earth and force the beautiful wild into limited islands before obliterating these eco systems completely.

Im not here to glue myself to the very highways i use to drive. Or spray paint red on the very cars i use. Im as much of the problem as big corporate. I live my little life with all the conveniences of a wrap the earth fanatic, whilst obliterating the wild. The very thought of a pride of lions lolling about in my back garden leaves me cold.

However this nagging thought of letting the wild be 80% of earths coverage. Whilst us humans learn to occupy 20% this notion keeps persisting. 

That welcome speech from Pandora resonates to my idea. "We not in Kansas anymore ....... " The wild scape should be first and our architectural built environment second. If we can create our lived in architecture between the wild spaces, to my mind we will have achieved an equilibrium. Islands of architectural human habitat between the vast ocean of wild space. Our buildings could snake between herds of wildebeest. We could embrace the wild earth by creating raw eco friendly spaces that allow the wild to florish. 

As we now head to Mars to tame another planet we have not even 1% gained the mastery of this one. The virus of man is a mindset and 99% of people are infected. I write this to the 1%. Wild space can be the future of architectural urban developement. Creating human living spaces between herds of animal species could be key to our survival. Creating architectural environments that survive between the wild savanna.

A human fort city solution within mostly wild space. 

The current live in there own filth and decay litter mongering urban dwellers can still simply continue to live in areas of there own choosing. Just now between me and a pride of wild lions. 

Life

Screaming wild eyes fierce with intensity.

Seeing gaping mouth full of verocity.

Starved broken heart full of insecure anxiety.

Mind drenched in a deep cloak of self pity.

Peacable hands trying to fill with incredible virtuosity.

Consciousness always striving for deep generosity.

Perpetuating this human cycle now gathering velocity.

All the above is a life saturated with immense curiosity. 

Scribes

Two scribes on the cave wall,

One yesterday, one long before.

Letters the latter, graphics the last.

Both represent a time to future from the past.

Anonymous scribe the picture the thread,

Letters a suicide the name not clearly read.

Intentions and motives long now lost.

As we try to translate the messages embossed.

The reach through time past, present, future.

Of hand print impressions and lettered features.

Both scribes with much that was left unsaid.

Are not present now as both scribes are dead.

A third scribe looks to the future from present reach.

A message thats bold impression letters now to beseech.

As artists we are simply just present day scribes.

Impressions on cave walls of our simple mundane lives. 

Grebnezium a futuristic African city.

Grebnezium a city inspired by design collective ideas.

The basic concept behind the Yip Trip story series is to inspire creativity in young minds. To establish a link between artistic creativity, design, learning new futuristic concept ideas and creating new solutions through a shared intellectual creative dialogue process. 

Simply put, beyond the mumbo jumbo, The idea we can learn from each other no matter what our back grounds are. 

In this current world, suspicious of its own shadow. Seeing value in others ideas and experience is key to future developement. Us old idiots have become more complicated in how we interact. So its up to the next generation to learn and practice tolerance and full acceptance of others. 

Each new migrant character that arrives in Grebnezium adds immense value to the isolated community. Slowly the little town improves through this intellectual shared creative design process. A global village design concept  mindset. 

Yip Trip is able to find design value in what the new migrant visitors are able to show him and the community. This allows creative design ideas to flow freely. And Through this shared design process the little town of Grebnezium is vastly improved. 

All stories have been carefully worked up and involve abit of multi disciplinary creative thinking from engineering, art, design; socio economic concepts and rough prototype developement. 

As per most creative ventures in life these little tales involve much time. So when this valuable resource is available a new story is manufactured. 

As one gets older one realises how best to focus ones creative energy. Working on stories that help others to see the value in shared creative ideas to improve communities is rewarding. Allows the arts, engineering and socio economic dynamics to all work together to improve all our homes, streets, villages, communities, towns cities and ultimately the bigger human dynamic living picture.

In some it appears being tolerant is a taught learned value. The ability to see value in people from different backgrounds is unlearned and needs to be rekindled through showing merit.

Critical design mind thinking shared across cultural divides is a strength. Shared creative  skill is best taught when one has a tolerant creative outlook. To prevent the same limited mindset issues befalling the next generation. Stories involving communities working together developing through shared ideas is important for young minds. 

Thats Yip Trip, a little boy open minded to creative design ideas from sources outside of his community. 

Stagnant waters born of downhill greed.

Most humans now living and who have died act and acted just like water running easily downhill. We all simply take the path of least resistance, until we hit an uphill challenge that stops us dead in our tracks. Uphills or challenge blockages cause us to stagnate in a quagmire of our own putridity. We hope the collective dam up will try with brute force in unison to overcome the challenge of a blockage. The reality is a new easy path around is now sought and found. Often we go in a completely different direction. Water downhill is always probing the easy way around new challenges. We all know very well some challenges have no easy way around. Only a hard cold consequence of our limited in the moment actions. Looking for direction with knowledge after working around challenges leads to wisdom.  Wisdom is mostly hindsight, knowledge. It is the thousands of facts leading to an end result. We cant see through to the wisdom of an issue until all the knowledge facts have been put in place and show us the results of our easy route water downhill actions.

This build up of collective knowledge, accumulated by the lazy easy flow route water types through generations. Doesnt always lead to the desired destination. Easy flow water greedy drowners who have not stopped to ever analyse the very big infront of them uphill blockage picture. A blockage challenge mostly created by the build up of other easy flow decision makers.

Sadly and its in fact true most humans are across the board lazy, greedy and reactive to the water downhill path finding technique. There are a few humans that are not wired this way. However those very few are the rare diamonds, the outliers, the ones setting the real benchmark for others in the future. They are very few and very far between in the collective liquid morass of humanities easy flood water route downhill collective. 

For the most part we all fit this model of the human collective easiest route downhill water trait. A type of easy communistic group think approach, lazy minded water downhill operatives rely on other mostly less competent path finders to lead in finding the easiest route downhill. All fanatically wanting maximum benefit with absolutely minimum input. 

its not more obvious than in the hippo story. The story told to the incredible writer TV Bulpin by a very wise old man many years ago. its a fact that the highways and byways of Africa are filled to the brim with age old collective knowledge and deep wisdom. One has to have one ear to the ground one to the heavens, your feet firmly planted in the rich soil and hands that continually reach for the stars to benefit from this collective over time wisdom. 

The human diamonds are generally those who have lived through real life experience. Who can now articulate the lesson clearly for like minded humans. Who are not wired like the fat fingered greedy lazy collective water downhill group thinkers.

The hippo story narrated by this wise old man to this famous writer is perhaps now well known. i am certainly not wise. I am like most humans, an easy route downhill water operative. However as age and reality converge with hindsight i am in a small way understanding lifes putridity muddles. Perhaps me retelling it wont do it justice. Perhaps the lesson will still be lost. However our current outcomes of reality is in itself justice enough for our short sightedness and lazy approach. 

Drought, lack of rain, burst dams and complete mayhem is the legacy of the easy route downhill human. Our collective blocked challenge putridity dam. In reality leads to total destruction of all eco systems. The greedy fat fingered are always allowed to wantingly act with blood slaughtering impunity. As the rest of us easy downhill water minds watch with incredulous non committal disgust. 

The condensed version of the hippo story told by the wise man to the writer is as such. (Google it for full version. If you are like me, water downhill, read on for the synaptic version) 

The hippo story goes, in central Africa somewhere southish, many years ago in an area now completely drought striken, with no water, there once was a huge lake In an area with very limited rainfall. This vast lake provided beautiful water to a parched land with very rich soil. Further north of this dam was a morass of reads and swamps inhabited by many hippo. Explorers who took the time to document there findings, wrote of this now non existant lake, so it did exist. However now its completely evaporated with little hint it was ever present.  

The story goes that to tame a land is to render it useless to all. So the Locals who lived north of the lake where getting harrased by many hippo. These huge herbivores that kill the most humans in Africa. These wise custonians of the wetlands, whos eyes peak above the water line. Watching this soft but squishy naked ape who has mastered the art of destructive tool making. The tools we design well and most effectively are the ruinous type. Those tools that seek to destroy life rather than enhance it. So it was with this story. The inhabitants got sick of beating drums all night keeping the hippos away. They got sick of living next to the challenge of the ever watchful hippos. So they traded all there material things and all the animal wealth pelts and furs in there area for powerful guns to slaughter the hippos. These weapons of mass destruction where to get rid of the threat of the water downhill hippos. The greedy humans that sold the guns came and took all the furs and pelts by the wagon load from the area. The easy slaughter with guns of many hippos began. Every easy water downhill pathfinder was now licking lips happy. Over time the greed and bloodlust mixed into accummulative hindsight knowledge but sadly has never distilled into much needed wisdom. Why can one say this? Because we are a cut, paste history repeat animal. Only we grow progressively worse in our total annihilation of eco systems with each succeeding generation.  

The rains far up north came as they do every year. But with no herbivore hippo to create easy water pathways through the reeds. The water built up behind the reeds like a putrid stagnant morass blockage. The intricate pathways through the morass was now completely blocked. With no hippos to create the flow. Water did what water does. It finds a new easier pathway downhill. The dam that relied on the rains far up north dried up, the life giving rain water found a quicker route to the sea and life in that once abundantly rich area ceased to exist. It was now a dry hot dust bowl. Those living around the abundantly rich life lake saw clumps of reeds wash down at first, then nothing, the rain water tap had been turned completely off.

The greedy fat fingered fur wagoneers moved off to a new slaughtering ground. The short sighted locals who sold there birthright for red hippo stew left with more issues than answers. Heads hung low finding a new area with life giving water. Often the solution offered by greedy men is the destruction of a beautiful way of life. Quick easy fix mongers full of confidence but absolutely no wisdom whatsoever. 

For those willing to listen we are left a now long forgotten story for a lesson for those sick of being an easy downhill water direction decision maker. A long forgotten story playing out every day in all parts of the world right now. We have still not learned from these vital ancient lessons.

Only when our collective destructive nature is quelled and those amongst us who are greedy and short sighted become wise, die or change their selfish perspective. Will we start to put back into our precious eco systems more than we currently taking out. The fine balance of nature is sadly destroyed by the intervention of the fat finger greedy merchants of selfish desire. 

Beware, beware of  snake oil salesman and the slaughter everything gun running peddlers so very abundant today. These greedy short sighted easy water path downhill operatives are a massive danger to those who are truelly wise.

We need wild, wild spaces, mankinds cities need to be defined within the wild spaces. We tame lands and we destroy continents. We really act and are a virus some of us more so than others. 

Wildetecture style

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 ............