Preface
Simplicity is bliss. Or is it? Less is more. But is it?
Taking up a simple, non ornamental table as a case study, the project explores the potential of a design’s simplicity, and takes us through a playful narrative of how differently an object is interpreted, depending on its user, the environment it surrounds itself by, or the time of day or year!
Tools: ProCreate, Adobe Creative Suite
The Anatomy of Elements
Four edges of the table, two personalities side to side. Same elements, different vibes.
Different liquor, same shades of yellow. Different bubbles, same effects, before the storm, the atmospheric mellow.
Same space different people. Same people different times. Same time different genres. Same genres different rhymes.
What to play? What to place? Is it in order? Does it match up to the craze?
Are fruits fresh enough, has the wine aged? Put on your ‘best behavior’, your true self you must cage.
Chaos afoot as the personalities collide, Some embrace it, some run and hide
Some adapt, as does the table itself. With some sitting on it, standing on it, crawling under it, using it as a shelf.
Serious discussions intermingling with breakfast banter. Giggles silencing the anxiety and tears
Self reflection, judgements, criticism. Questioning life, facing the fears.
An experiment, a cookout, a self made dinner, a feast. A birthday party sprinkled with love, sweat, tears and yeast
A drunk fiasco, enhanced by the police siren sounds. Late night romances, when no one’s around.
A farewell, a sale, a going away gift. A platform for the goodbyes as away they drift
A stage for jams - both fruity and jazz. Sometimes a cheap bar, sometimes all decorated with pizazz.
A physical sacrifice, a(meta) physical exchange - a quid pro quo. Of knowledge, of friendship, of conversations, of emotions high and low
A sentimental take back, a heartfelt gain. A learning session with each moment, a sign of growth - in joy and in pain.
One table, one material, a bunch of elements, a set of rules. A plethora of memories, of discourses, of meals and ‘lifeline’ tools.
A written definition, a certain way of right and wrong. An unsaid book of color schemes, and cutlery, of dress codes, of goblets and crowns
A sense of emotion, of feeling, smell and touch. An unmappable, intangible expression, multidimensional might i add, very much.
Of power, of suspense, of mystery and love. Of confrontation, of austerity and everything mentioned above.
Funny how the ‘tables’ turned. With one lockdown, for social interactions people yearned
And there went the rules, the guidelines many. As teatime didn’t need the chinaware, sometimes not even the tea
And as the written laws all crumble to dust. The table stays unhinged, without rust
Only, as its understanding changed, and so did its use. And legend has it, ever since, it has not stopped evolving into something new.