Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Weatherspoon Museum

Narrative
The student climbs the stairs, barely glancing at the sculpture he passes. The air outside is hot and humid, but as soon as he opens the door there's a bit of relief, followed by a rush of cold air through the second door and enters the lobby. He takes a deep breath and smiles quickly at the security guard, congratulating himself for storing his bottle of soda in his back pack earlier (he's been chastised for bringing in beverages before). He takes a seat on the benches that are lined against the wall,  along with the other students.  The room echoes the swinging door and rustling bags, scuffing shoes and quiet conversation. Meditatively, he looks down the hallway to his left and up the stair case to his right, musing over what awaited through those hidden galleries. These thoughts evaporated as the auditorium doors suddenly split apart and students flowed out of its doors and those on the outside slowly trickled in to fill the spaces they'd left.


 Thumbnail sketches of the site:



Diagram drafts:




Reference plan:

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