Future Aleppo

Future Aleppo

 

New York. The city of dreamers and do-ers. Here they say here you can make anything happen, and if you make it here you can make it anywhere. This is the city pumping out the American ideology so heavily, it never sleeps.

So wandering the streets is never a simple meander - its inspiration, its ideas pumping, it’s a constant source of juice and knowledge. Saturday morning I was sitting in my room after a long Friday out. The sun strong through the thin white sheet of clouds above, but I wasn’t moving. I was tired and it was only getting worse the more I sat or laid down. I had to get out. I ran some errands and wrote a little, all before calling my mom. The call led me to wander through Soho and down into Chinatown. Suddenly I was in the alley of the tiniest gallery in NYC, Mmuseumm 1. I passed by, but immediately after glancing into the converted elevator shaft, my eye caught an even smaller gallery, Mmuseumm 2.

The model of a city sat in a window. There were buildings, draw bridges, cars, and SOLAR PANELS. How could this not stop me and leave me speechless. I immediately put my call on hold and stood there in awe. It was Aleppo, Aleppo of the future, created by the ingenious mind of 14 year old Mohammed Qutaish.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. It reminded me of my mind as a child, why I wanted to become an architect. We architects all decide to be architects as a result of something. Like comedians turn to comedy to remedy a troubled past, architects turn to buildings to build a life, a better life, from the troubled lives we’ve seen or lived. Mohammed’s situation is far more severe than my childhood in Houston, but the mind of a child to escape and to create is one we can’t forget in adulthood or in practice.

In Aleppo, every complex will have a garden. In Houston I dreamed of walking. Walking to the store, to school, to a friend’s house. I wanted connectivity. Mohammed’s garden’s scream for peace. The mind of a child is free from codes, restrictions, budget, and the realities of life. The ideas are pure and the ideas are better.

We often design through muddled vision of forgetting what started it all. But it’s those years, the beginning years that are the most vital. What drove you here, what drove you to do this? Find it. Go pick up the old graph paper you used to use, a mechanical pencil (not a lead holder) and draw. Tape the sheets together and don’t use a scale. Use your intuition. We all had a future something we dreamed about, what was that? Find that passion again, and design whatever you’re working on currently in that way. Yes it will eventually hit the digitalized world of Revit and AutoCad, Photoshop and all the other goodies that also muddle our vision, but the passion of the drawings and the ideas will inevitably shine through. The future you dreamed about is here.

Future Aleppo has made it from Syria to NYC. The future is now, what you wanted is here. Now do it. Do it with grace, passion, and the excited intensity that brought you to the field of design.

*** to find out more please visit http://www.mmuseumm.com/mmuseumm2/

 
 
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