about

2AeM is a cooperative design effort composed of the 3 young Midwestern-sprung, spread-the world-out, out-and-out Architecture student-architects: nicholas m. reiter, Jessie Wilcox and Peter Nguyen. The team base was originally Milwaukee, WI but since has become a mobile abstraction or a state of mind. 2AeM is sometimes physical, sometimes sober, partially virtual, usually vocal, and all-the-time IN-it.

We are track jumpers, demons, villains and observing you right now. Design is the New and so are the Stakes.

Friday, November 13, 2009

experimenting with perception

after a long night, some strange thoughts flicker through one's head.

my roommate and i have endeavored on a new experiment with the qualities and synaesthesia.

the idea is to play an in congruence with an instrumental piece of music as a driver for another, secondary spark of creativity.
quick writings, inspired by vibrations. a dialogue built between two, could be infinite, furthers depth, weaving the tapestry into focus...

play while reading. play while writing. play while thinking....

[push play]


[read]
the music rises and falls, undulating like the surface of the sea. am i lost? am i on a nautical navigation to some sort of distant destination?

Mother nature, evident in the Midwest. Harmonies exist between men and their mothers. Inland America, the statistical average of the sea to shining sea. Are we forgotten? Is our fate nothing else but to be mocked by the 'united citizens'?

the horizon breaches... a glimpse of a tail dives back beneath an azure blanket. comforting...

Another day dawns upon us. Who are we? What are we? What are we capable of? insecurity threatens our existence like a cold war - when will we dispose of our preconceived notions? when will things change?

central park yelps. rat dogs. slow rain. heavy drops dance across the window pane...

I see a crane. Is development to be taken literally, or figuratively? Is it a mere coat of arms for a society or something more?

bring your coat, we're going out. to where? its not about the destination.

It's about the journey. Imagine an apple core... how did it come to be? Where did it come from? Who harvested it? What were they like?

eyes squinching shut on an undersized couch. no comfort. head spinning. gaining bearings, smacking lips, cotton mouth, nothing to do but wait it out.

I can't sleep. Am I awake? There's nothing I can do but shake.

on the edge of a cliff. waiting for gravity to release me. wind steals droplets from my face. the hike down through pine canopies, yellow stones, chipmunks, squirrels, into the unknown. don't feed them, just jump in.


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