SUPER(IM)POSITION
Josh Cole
Zhiqing Xian
Midsemester Proposal
Menifesto
The grasslands is a field of superimpositions containing infrastructural systems of administration, agriculture, transport and services over the landscape. Through this process, the existing landscape is continually altered and redefined. It is in its essence, under construction.
The intersection of these systems facilitates access throughout the grasslands via roads, bridges and piping, but is similarly restrictive through territorial boundary, fencing and surveillance. With no direct line, the ability to navigate the grasslands relies solely on these intersections, or the construction of new ones.
We are interested in the relationship between these existing systems, and how this infrastructure might instigate assemblages of new programs, as well as provide access across the field via the addition of the virtual. This line looks to connect points across and within the field to monitor, survey and project these realities.
THE FIELD
The existing condition of infrastructural systems superimposed over the landscape as a series of layers. New interventions within the field look to exist in parallel with this existing condition.
THE LINE
A new layer that facilitates a way to navigate the field by way of the virtual. This occurs via digitization through monitoring and projection of existing and new layers within the field.
THE SHED
A grassland management facility. This should house the process of seed manufacturing and production, as well as a grassland management surveillance system.
They wander out and begin to walk in the opposite direction of the city. An array of domestic items scattered in the embankment watch them as they slowly make their way down the unsealed. Two geometric sentinels sit idle adjacent to them, static, but so dominant in their presence. The scale of the plains is at once incredibly sparse and open, but so concentrated at this point.
Nearby, on Monday March 11 2013, the local handgun club was demolished. Two new monolithic cylinders are waiting to supply water to the region. Some ten years later, the cheers from the crowds are heard atop the silos as they watch runners cross the finish line.
They head due west, now arriving at the opposing edge of the grasslands. The bridge in the distance is suspended over Little River between the reserve and the infinite beyond. They look back towards the grassland where rocky outcrops frame the edge, its monumentality only now realized by its height above the low stream.
A series of platforms lie in the embankment below the great canopy. Music plays as people sit along the edge, occasionally drowned out by the screams of children playing in the water, or the thud of trucks driving above them.
Through the window they see growing piles of rubbish in the garbage tip adjacent to the train lines. In front of them is a glance into what it will become. The mounds of trash becoming rolling hills of grass. The paths between are filled with people walking through the new parkland.
A field where grassland is monitored is full of wooden stakes and tape, evenly spaced apart. Between them, a patch of grass is mown in a strip. People line up bay by bay to see who can hit the farthest.
At the center of the field, an old shed gives way to a facility that supplies seed to the grassland. Access is supplied with no physical bounds. The grasslands are monitored.
Nearby, on Monday March 11 2013, the local handgun club was demolished. Two new monolithic cylinders are waiting to supply water to the region. Some ten years later, the cheers from the crowds are heard atop the silos as they watch runners cross the finish line.
They head due west, now arriving at the opposing edge of the grasslands. The bridge in the distance is suspended over Little River between the reserve and the infinite beyond. They look back towards the grassland where rocky outcrops frame the edge, its monumentality only now realized by its height above the low stream.
A series of platforms lie in the embankment below the great canopy. Music plays as people sit along the edge, occasionally drowned out by the screams of children playing in the water, or the thud of trucks driving above them.
Through the window they see growing piles of rubbish in the garbage tip adjacent to the train lines. In front of them is a glance into what it will become. The mounds of trash becoming rolling hills of grass. The paths between are filled with people walking through the new parkland.
A field where grassland is monitored is full of wooden stakes and tape, evenly spaced apart. Between them, a patch of grass is mown in a strip. People line up bay by bay to see who can hit the farthest.
At the center of the field, an old shed gives way to a facility that supplies seed to the grassland. Access is supplied with no physical bounds. The grasslands are monitored.
