Mark Twain urf Samuel Langhorne Clemen's, ‘A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court’ is a must read for any technology buff. Somewhere in-between pages, he compares the intellectual work with labor kind of work, and, it is perhaps right to interpret that this work, whatever form it may be, is work; be it intellectual or labor, the bliss in it is in doing it. References to Gandhi’s understated (not much well known) ‘Village Swaraj’ tells the same in a different form.
Not too many words are here, except to appreciate a good design which enabled an opportunity for a plenty. In other words, the exercise went on for a couple weeks, with twenty-five craftsmen and another twenty-five students, and open to visitors, experts, and ideas, which should create further a countless learning opportunities. At School of Interior Design, CEPT, the workshop here gave some interesting directions to search for the meaning of ‘sustainability’ through hands on craft and exchange.
I could gather a few things with my random visits, perhaps research oriented, and I would like to share.
Most materials expand on heating. When bamboo is exposed to higher temperature conditions, one way is by putting it under a flame, the material’s molecules would move apart, therefore, allowing ease in bending. The bamboo craftsmen may like this. A design student who made me understand this, said,
“They say, this bamboo strip usually cracks when bent under fire, but see, you go slow about it and this does not." showing me the perfect bend.
The technology student was even more creative. After discussing with him no-life in the outer space and no oxygen therefore zero flammability, he was quick to add,
“If left in space, bamboo may take a free form on its own.” He did his best to make his eye, face and hand gestures all like that of a free form.
There were many other revisions.
Another point we take lightly, perhaps we must consider, is the health issue when bamboo is tempted to cut finely under rapid rotors and as a result genate dust. Smoothinly hummin rotor bladed machines- some fixed, some handheld, will produce dust like particles which fly all over. The air was so dusty with grains that things looked like a live 1600 ASA print. The bamboo grains I consumed through my nostrils most, smelt fresher an not toxic- well, sometimes, toxic smells nice too, but this smelt nicer. ‘The smell of freshly cut grass…’, as Richie Havens (Woodstock fame below) says, reminded me of the bamboo work small communities in rural India continue to do with bamboo saw dust floating in air, all around and about, humming their own folk tunes.
CEPT canteen teaches many things. Here you see artisans of all and any types, from all or any part of the world, with most of them being professionals dealing with built environment and its spaces. There are amazing number of theories and suppositions in the canteen air, which have only increased in the confined space with the increase of people in recent years; hurried rock bands riffs go in the background too. They call it blues and they give you blues.
Leave that, one such theory suggested by a real-estate-artisan to me is - “target the army, man!” He doesn’t means shooting with guns, but rather explaining how an organization can use the Bamboo as an emergency material which can be simply crafted by its soldiers during war as well as during relief.
Bureau of Indian Standard’sIS 7344 1974 Specification for bamboo tent poles needs mentioning to that artisan.
