A collection of studio work from my Master in Architecture graduate studies at the University of Texas School of Architecture. I entered school right as Hurricane Katrina was tearing through New Orleans. It expelled a flood of refugees to Baton Rouge and elsewhere, but I had already migrated away earlier that summer following my two year commitment with Teach for America in South Louisiana. Sketch-up had just become widely available my first year of study and my prescient professor had us use it as an experimental software in studio. The school purchased its first laser cutter by the end of my second year, although it took everyone about a year to figure out how to use it. By the fourth year they had a 3D printer. My last semester I proposed and executed a course to teach Revit Architecture Suite to incoming students as I was simultaneously learning the software at my part-time job. Despite all these options, I loved most to make scrappy little hand models. Perhaps I knew the opportunities to do so would be slim outside of school. Right before graduating, the great recession began to take hold. I was blessed to be in Austin, and already employed.
A collection of studio work from my Master in Architecture graduate studies at the University of Texas School of Architecture. I entered school right as Hurricane Katrina was tearing through New Orleans. It expelled a flood of refugees to Baton Rouge and elsewhere, but I had already migrated away earlier that summer following my two year commitment with Teach for America in South Louisiana. Sketch-up had just become widely available my first year of study and my prescient professor had us use it as an experimental software in studio. The school purchased its first laser cutter by the end of my second year, although it took everyone about a year to figure out how to use it. By the fourth year they had a 3D printer. My last semester I proposed and executed a course to teach Revit Architecture Suite to incoming students as I was simultaneously learning the software at my part-time job. Despite all these options, I loved most to make scrappy little hand models. Perhaps I knew the opportunities to do so would be slim outside of school. Right before graduating, the great recession began to take hold. I was blessed to be in Austin, and already employed.