A GLORIOUS EPOCH
This is our epoch.
A complex mosaic ruled by fire to reawakens the dormant and manifests a rich and abundant biodiverse landscape. Visioning remnants as a character that revalues the field, the shed and the line through time. However, through these investigations and programmatic types, we have determined that our line will not represent the idea of a colonial landscape or demarcation of landscape, whether through line marking of fences, boundaries or roads. We want to investigate the line not as a physical line but as a timeline, narrating from our story which our design and concept will follow.
THE DUCK
They were remnant structures, the sheds that once housed animals. They are still there, but not remnants now. In the past, there was a row of parallel duck sheds. They are now connected as one, with additional roofs in between each two of adjacent sheds. On the old steel framing, there are not rusty iron sheets, but semi transparent corrugated polycarbonate.
Under the old steel framing, there are no flock of ducks or sheep, but piles of seeds. Seeds of native plants that were collected from the field. High quality seeds selected after processing through machines, will be accumulated here. Under the huge roof, there are endless seed piles.
- This is the season of dormant
Native plants restoration happens, both outside and inside the shed. Steel columns of the shed separate the internal volume as well as programs. On one side here. In front of the shed, a path allows trucks to come and get loaded with either seeds from silos, or seedlings from the nursery, and transport them to the markets. On selected days, the shed itself can also become a market.
Under the old steel framing, there are new lives merging. Flora inside the shed, will someday be brought to the outside.
- This is the season of the newborn
THE HORSE
They were remnant fields, fields that laid dormant and awakening. But no more, for they are now fully awake. Once an abandoned horse farm, grasses were growing wildly here, climbing over the withering horse stables. It was then, followed by an overgrowth.
The burning season, the season that marks the new cycle, controlled burning to bring back the richness of the land, where “About 70 per cent of Australia’s plants need or tolerate fire making it critical to managing land.” “leaving some templates dormant while others were active, forming a pattern of burnt and unburnt so that none detracted from another’s working.”
- This is the season of burning
These stables, once for the animals are now remnants of the past for it has now turned to a field for the flora, a field for the fauna. What was once the shelters for horses are now the shelter for bees and other insects alike, roaming the field.
Bees flourished in the field, they bring the rich, they bring the vivid and they plant the land with the abundant. They are the workers that carpet the land with vivid green dots and a variety of wild flowers, they are the ones that will aid this epoch.
- This is the season of the abundant
THE PIG
They were remnant lands, the plots that were once covered by mud. They are still there, but not remnants now. Time has changed the land, no longer do pigs roam, no longer do these destruction continue. No longer the farm of bare soil but a farm of the vivid.
The silos and the shed desire to let the grass once again embrace them and reprogram them. Forming as the beginning of the regeneration cycle, letting the structure fall into the sea of flora and fauna. For now they are the catalyst to seed the land.
The pathway barely shows under the grass, that is the sign of a forklift sending the seeds away and that's the hope of uniting the whole grassland as a whole.
- This is the season of the cycle
The mesh walkway raised up as the siloed appears in the landscape, it redefines this private farmland into a journey that depicts the trace of time in the grassland. It continues its way into the grassland, merging beyond the sea of flowers.
- This is the season of the Vivid
“I witnessed the so called land of the mud, the land of the destruction, but no longer for it is now the land of the new, the vivid. The field was painted by the vivid. The remnant farm, now the farm of the cycle.”
“I witnessed the land of the private, the sheds. But it has changed, for it is now the land of the public, a market, a resting place for the dormant ready to be
waken up again.”
“I also witnessed the land of the remnant, yet it is so much more now, the remnants remained but had evolved reborn from the ash. For it is now the land of the abundant. For these remnants have started a new era, a glorious epoch.”
The man took a long journey through the land. Taking in everything that had changed, until he found a place to rest. Sat down with a notebook in hand, he began writing, writing his thoughts, writing what he had witnessed.