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Monthly Archives: November 2007
Electromagnetic Architecture is an experimental exploration into the unseen electromagnetic fields that enter, travel through and exist within a domestic house. My investigations will be carried out using a home-made antennae and an EM detector that translates electromagnetic radiation into audible sound of varying pitches depending on the frequency of the wave. This will be accompanied by drawings and photographs of the spaces in an attempt to map the movement through the house of the radiation, in effect creating a new unseen architecture within the visual borders of each room; the new ‘walls’ of the house perhaps taking the form of interfaces such as the telephone or computer giving an alternative meaning to the interior and exterior domestic environment.
The house I have split up into ‘modules’, this term is used not only to separate the rooms into visually divided and understandable architectural space, but also to try to help me understand how a computer system or application may be put together as architecturally separate virtual spaces with connecting hyper-links between individual modules, blocks and content. Do the borders between these elements actually exist? Or do they, like elctromagnetism in a house, have their own unseen architecture, their borders taking alternative forms within the links or other coded systems.
There is nobody in here, but there are flowers growing in the corner, soaking up the small amount of light seeping in through the roof window. Can they see and feel something that I can’t?
