Middle Space - the place between Yin and Yang
Loft Decking and first corbel: Aspen, Spruce, Douglas Fir, tablitas, cositas, y quien sabe que mas.
In building, at some point in your dreams, and in reality, you realize that it is not an inanimate conceptual structure anymore. In fact, like the petrified dinosaur on the horizon of the limestone lake bed, it will eventually become organic again. It will come to life, have a beat, a rhythm, a soul. In this evolution, it will metamorphose into an entity. This then, the entity of El Pesebre, is ready to move more rapidly through the incubation phase. Initialize the synaptic firing of primal cerebral capacity, the first twitch of life, of thought, of knowing, of being. What you see is not what you get. It will be... when you see, what you believe as a result of original thought... not repetitive pedagogy.
As I sit here sipping on an '08 vintage bottled on 2/11/09, Sweet Chokecherry blended with Crabapple wine from Tierra Contenta Vineyard and Private Winery, I think of concepts and how in some abstract contexts I lose my ability to convey meaning. Here is a for example, mira... e.g.
Upon entering a store that called itself, "Andean Software", I commented to the transplant storekeeper. I would like a cover for my computer. Her face began to go blank, it blinked, sputtered, then... she had an inspiration... "Oh, you mean the name of the store... software. I'm sorry, we sell Andean clothing." Oh, the humiliation... I was going to have to explain. So, in as humble a way as I could possibly describe to this transplant, I said. Several years ago, when I was crossing the border between Bolivia and El Peru, I was on the shore of Lake Titikaka.
(image borrowed from Google Images)
While I was there, I bought a hat. It served me well for many years, through skiing, hunting, walking through the mountains, and in cold weather situations. In time, I outgrew it, I washed it, it shrank, and so I needed to replace it, that cover for my computer...
In the loft of this Earthship, we have the same concept. A cover for the organic entity within. Mas o menos - una tapadera.
The windows on the south facing wall are receptors, that thermal batteries store energy. And now, we need to combine the introduction of insulation with closed-cell structural rigidity with the envelope that will house the air space of humanity, holding it all in place with a preformed exoskeleton of sorts, an armature, el casco, la tapadera - como te digo.
And now the spray foam insulation: May 2012
South facing wall/gable with associated air flow modulator, light source, and heat receptor.
Stairway to heaven. The viga on the left, is another light bending exercise, we hope.
And the requisite wall thermometer. Top floor on an 85*day is about 78*F on top and 66*F down below the loft.
Plumb or plum crazy. Looking North.
Looking South.
The Stairway to Heaven leads to this little piece of Heaven. And of course some toys to play in the dirt with.
A metal roof and another window on the South Gable of the Loft: May 2012. The outside is intentionally aesthetically diminutive in appearance. i.e. purty danged ugle, ese. That too will evolve but there is method to the point of being politically incorrect. As for color, when we get there... It won't be Green, no, not by a long shot. More likely it will have to be a Carolinian shade of Pink, I'd say.
Again, the bending of light. Foreshortening, i think the word is. On the left behind the soil barrier is the brain child, the Japanese Garden. El Jardin Japonese, ese. The face of the Earthship is not there yet. I can't articulate the thought/vision. But if it was animate or anthropomorphically described, it would have puffy cheeks and a toothy smile.
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