This week and last week blended together, as we finished with our last location and moved onto the next one. We added the final touches to the Dolphin and Chalfonte stop, and picked up our gear to head over to Brittany’s art collective. There, we planned to build a second, better bus stop, and the rest of the class was going to work hard on the deck.
Last Friday, we cleared out an area for the stop, dug six postholes, and planted all of the 4x4s. We made quick work of it, unlike the weeks-long saga that our first one entailed. A man stopped by us and asked if we wanted a watch, and when we declined, he offered us al diamond rings. It was an eventful day.
Making sure the posts were all level and lined up was a mix of tools and eyeballing it, but hopefully the stop won’t be as lopsided is the last one. I can see why this kind of stuff takes experience.
Today was a beautiful 70º (we have really been lucky on our weather this semester, the clouds seem to part for us on Fridays). Marisa couldn’t make it due to a nasty stomachache, and Hannah and Grace had driven to Pontiac to retrieve Grace’s master store of empty wine bottles. Without half of our team, a few of us scraped together the boards we needed to put up the skeleton for the roof, and managed to get the screwed in with little issue. Mike never brought garage doors, so we left the bus stop to help work on the deck.
I reached nice state of catharsis today as I swung a pickaxe into the ground repeatedly, breaking up the asphalt as if it were thin ice. Three deep holes needed to be dug in a short amount of time, so any help that could be provided was much appreciated. As I dug deeper and deeper into the earth, I forgot about all the stressful events of the past two weeks. Every time the axe made contact with concrete, then dirt, then clay, I could feel my worries chipping away. By the time the hole was deep enough, I was covered in dirt and sweat, and everyone who had helped dig it was too. Graphic designers don’t always get a chance to get dirty, and I appreciated this one quite a bit.
After Grace and Hannah arrived, we unloaded all the bottles and stored them in the creative space. There are more than I could imagine us using, especially if we cut them in half. I will be surprised if the wall goes up easily, considering none of us have ever built a bottle wall before. Or have we?
While we worked, I took note of the signs I saw around the area. There were some posters in front of the gas station saying “WE HAVE KEROSENE:, and nearby there were cigarette prices. The proximity of cigarette and gas prices made me laugh, because that’s about the only time the two should be anywhere near each other. Odd combinations like this, which produce new meaning when seen together, are what I’m searching for for my capstone project.
In the last couple of weeks, we need to start thinking about our design guide. What was once a project that we all were fighting over the responsibility of, it now seems nobody wants to take on any more work. I might start working up something visually simple but explanatory that we can produce for Brightmoor, and hopefully I won’t fall dreadfully behind on my other work. This was a good week, and I can see the light of completion.