Prototyping

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So often (usually because they’re starting the work the night before it’s due), our students don’t do their best work, because we haven’t given them the opportunity to imagine their results turning out several different ways.  This is a potential problem. Actually, no.  IT IS A PROBLEM, because I don’t know of any project these days where the first draft of an idea is good enough.  (Ok, maybe this blog, but that’s it). I could build the Kavad in wood that I built in paper, right now.  It would be terrible and ugly, partly because I’m a bad carpenter, and partly because I don’t have a clear idea of what kind of story I want to tell, as Susanne Wind Gaskell did.

Why design a box to tell a story, when you don’t know what the story is, or what story is on your mind? Better to build the box a number of different ways, and then figure out which version of the story is best told using that design.  You could talk to a wood-worker and build several complex and expensive versions of your design, while you figured out what sort of story you were trying to tell.  But it would be expensive and difficult, and you would probably wind up going with your first model.

Or, you know… you could build some paper prototypes.  Which is what I did.

I know a lot of things about the construction of boxes that I didn’t know before, as a result of building these two prototypes out of paper.  The first is that paper is cheap, and consequently any mistake is inexpensive.  Second, I learned that the design of such a box, is governed in large measure by the framework of the story.  Third, I learned that Kavad stories must, in large measure, be governed by certain raw realities: more surface area must be given to characters, particularly recurring characters, than to whole scenes or particular tableaux in any story.  Fourth, a kavad can be (indeed, should or perhaps must be) densely packed.  Wood is heavy, and stories are weighty.  If it’s worth carrying a kavad from place to place, then it’s worth making as much of the story available as possible, and as will fit on the painted interior (and exterior) surfaces of the box.  Fifth, the kavad can serve as a visible palace of memory.  The storyteller, and his/her future students, will know and recognize stories by the the placement of the relevant characters on the box, and learn the story by having it told in the relevant order.  A well-designed box, in fact, could be used for multiple stories, such as a series of revelatory or mystery or sacramental experiences — this is why so many kavads in India are designed to open into a shrine or portable temple space dedicated to Rama or Shiva or other great Hindu deities; open the box one way, and tell one set of stories, and it’s the 0=0 Neophyte level of the Golden Dawn…. open it another way, and it’s the 6=5 ritual, or the Equinox rites.

In any case, these two little paper prototypes gave me a lot of good feedback about how to design one of these this summer… provided that I can decide what story I’m trying to tell.  That, I think, is critical: without good storytelling skills, it’s impossible to prototype a kavad, because you don’t have a clear sense of how the story is intended to unfold.  And a good unfolding is critical to a successful story.

Paper Kavad model

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Paper Kavad model
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I have it in mind to build a Kavad. I saw one based on sacred geometry at Wesleyan University recently, built by Suzanne Wind Gaskell, and I was amazed. I really want one myself.

But what story should it tell? Is it about American history? World history? What I’ve learned about geometry? Hermetics? I don’t know. I feel the powerful idea of it simmering inside of me, and today I built this paper model of one possible configuration. The first stage in bringing any idea of fruition to draw a sketch. But sketches are only part of the story. Sooner or later, if you plan to build a three-dimensional object — especially one with folding panels and secret compartments — you’ll have to build a model. And the sooner you sit down with your knife and your ruler and compass, and build what you want, the sooner you can get an estimate on materials and tools and design advice from your carpenter friends.

TaijiDay 90: slow growth

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I did five golden coins this morning, followed by the form, followed by eight pieces of silk.

Polyphanes wrote yesterday over at the Digital Ambler that he’s frustrated by how slow and meandering one’s progress in these sorts of programs of physical/mental/spiritual development sometimes is. It’s a good rant, and I chimed in to say that it’s awkward that these things go so slowly, but indeed they do.

There’s nothing that involves quite so much work as overnight success, you know. And although I write something every day, I don’t always have an awareness to share of what went right or wrong.

Today during the form, there’s a sequence of moves that goes: single whip, snake creeps down, golden pheasant stands of left leg, golden pheasant stands on right leg, low kick right, low kick left, half-turn, kick with heel, step back to drive the monkey away, box ears with fists, roll back, press, push, single whip (again). Then it moves into other posture, but that’s this sequence.

Today, I did this section of the form, but I wasn’t happy with it. So I did it again: single whip, snake creeps down, golden pheasants, low kicks, half turn, heel kick, and all the rest.

And then suddenly, I whirled into a different part of the form entirely. Fair lady works the shuttles , ride the tiger, windmill kicks, snake creeps down, head strike, retreat to the camp, half turn, ward offs, roll back, single whip… There was some other stuff in there that I’ve been doing for a while, but not in that order, and not in that way.

And then it was over. Back to what comes next. Back to the mindset of “what’s the next posture in this sequence? Ok, and the next? And the next?”

But I was temporarily seized by the spirit of my taiji this morning. And it took the chance to play. I don’t know where this sudden urge to play came from, or what i gained from it. Bit my head was very much aware of not being in charge. it wasn’t my mind directing this patterned deviation from the plan – it was my muscles. Or my spine. Or my body. Or something like that. It’s hard to be sure.

Is this progress? Or something to be feared? Or just one of those things? Will it happen again? Frequently, infrequently? Never?

So you see, Polyphanes, we’re in this boat together. We’re not sure where these impulses come from or where they’re going, but it leads to some interesting experiences along the way.

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