In the near future, mass customization through pre-fabrication and digital optimization will allow for a diversity of user-specified architectural configurations and details that overcome the inefficiencies of remodeling and constructing homes today. It's easy: 1. Select some modules, 2. Select structural framing, 3. Customize your massing, 4. Personalize your room.

The new homeowner and occupant become architectural end-users - buying and replacing entire rooms through mobile apps and services. Users can choose from a growing catalogue of forms and play with them. Don't like your living room or bathroom? Swap 'em out! Domesticity becomes a spontaneous plug-and-play act in which architecture becomes conveniently responsive to user needs and desires. Architecture will move at the speed of the industrial object - coming off the shelf, so to speak.

The Choice Home's charm lies in its humble acquiescence to user preferences, shifting attitudes and changing lifestyles. Architectural form become playful in its spontaneous generation and graphic qualities. It's sophisticated in its varietal playfulness and virtually unlimited programmatic mixtures - creating new kinds of multi/mixed-use spaces while accommodating familiar comforts. Choice Home works anywhere. Its appeal is its capacity to responsively adapt to people and contexts.

Neighborhoods become eclectic collections of custom homes that can more readily accommodate families of a range of income levels. Beautifying the neighborhood becomes a matter of democratic, individual architectural contributions that leverage the incredible diversity, power and efficiency of the innovative markets, products and services that will inevitably emerge.





Buried Alive is an exploration in extreme claustrophobic moments through spatial enclosure or "open" confinement/isolation. Here, claustrophobia is largely a side effect of realizing that a simple but impenetrable medium (transparent or opaque) stands between confinement and freedom resulting in a loop of anxiety and panic. The proximity to freedom is constrained in a manner that is equally psychological and spatial. There's an intense, pressure-inducing or nerve-wracking irony and power in how a simple medium, whether it's the ground, the wall, or a pane of glass, can force two adjacent spaces, interior and exterior, to be so close yet so far away.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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Whatever a man does in reality he himself becomes...
Art becoming life means that you become the art work or the art consumes you.
Whoever has learned to do nothing will have everything done for him.