Getting people up high in little personal spaces, while maintaining connection to the space below was the driving force behind the design exploration.
I decided to limit myself to cubes to reduce the solution space, or maybe I liked that a 3x5 grid of cubes just didn't fit in the wall's original dimensions. Or maybe I was licking a salt block while looking out the window.

Anyhow, I made some cubes out of paper,
the colors were there if I needed them, but I was more interested in the massing at this point.











This is about the time when I made the sketchup model I previously posted.

Then I went and sat at Cuppa Cafe and cut little squares out of clay.
Then I cut little shapes out of the cubes.
They ended up looking like THIS:




Then it was onto the laser cam. It cut my little pieces for me. For this, I am grateful.

These are my jigs. A wonderful suggestion from one Mr. Glen Gatz.









Process photos get spotty at this point. Clearly, I begin to worry about time.


While I quite like the wood aesthetic, it confuses the cubes, they become one mass of stuff. I think it is too difficult to see individual cubes.

Also, working at four in the afternoon gives some unfair lighting conditions. EVERYTHING looks good at this time of day.







GLAMOR SHOTS!






View of a little wooden woman about to enter the maze. Also, a view from inside, as she contemplates the chances of being crushed by a giant concrete die. Ironic? Not sure.



I clearly do not know how to use this blog thing.
Ah, well. If I did, this would be under. The picture on which the text sits shows the danger posed by the die.
The picture to the right shows her, unworried, but still below the level of the die, still at it's mercy.













The fallen cube is visible on the ground. It seems to say, careful, oh you beset with hubris, careful.