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Application Number 0001001536
Author Tseng, Alex , United States
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Work title: Giudicia: (thickening) the line between us (0001001536)

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Contemporary society stigmatizes individuals because of their objectionable practices. Architecture has the ability to weave their conflicting practices together and to exacerbate the moment of confluence to create productive differences. Architecture can create liberties in contemporary society through an exploration of the edge and how it responds to novel social conditions. The edge is the means by which citizens begin to engage through visuality, sensorial experience, and participation. It is a field of lightness and darkness, of hardness and softness, of penetrations and obstructions. This project is about how architecture, through an exploration of edge, can create the possibility for a drug culture to exist legally and in a productive way in society. Drugs should be legalized because there are many ways in which they can be used productively, for medicinal, social, cultural, and aesthetic purposes. The public will discover a place for art production – a place for large-scale community art projects to come to life – a maze-like interior where the edges of movement consist of fields of poppies and rows of hemp and coca, a coca tea garden that serves coca tea instead of beer, and a store that sells locally-produced drugs and drug-related items such as medicine, ointments, hemp-made bags, and jewelry. Working with the City of New York to implement relevant legislation, the Trust for Governor’s Island will bring Governor’s Island to life through its agency in carrying out this new architecture alongside current efforts to revitalize the island through the Governor’s Island Park and Public Space Master Plan, a comprehensive design for the creation of 87 acres of new park space on Governor’s Island. As an integral component of this new architecture, a public walkway will knit the drug-related programs together, forming a connection between the ferry terminal and Liggett Terrace, the main event space on the island. The program will be sited within the public walkway to allow for greater control of environmental conditions and security and to create moments of convergence between users and non-users. Governor’s Island serves as the ideal location for the realization of this project. A single point of arrival and departure exists on the island, which makes regulation and control possible. In return, Governor’s Island benefits from having the special liberty to sell drugs. The drug business stimulates the local economy and gives New York what it does not have, a space to use drugs legally and productively. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Heading across the expanse of blue, he sees pillars of cumulus rise above. Drops of water tap his nose, telling him that it is time to go back. The man takes out his umbrella and watches as the ferry docks at the shore, as the men toss ropes and lower the deck. He watches as a young man reaches across his girlfriend’s waist and holds her close. He steps out with them onto the wet asphalt. He arrives at Giudicia, with a newspaper tucked inside his jacket and a pen and a notepad in his pocket. He has been there many times before. He walks between two hills. Entering into a wormhole, he closes his umbrella and finds himself in darkness. The light in front grows brighter as he advances. Soon, he hears some drums, a guitar riff, and a female voice slightly muffled but loud enough to be heard from where he is. He looks down through the glass and sees ribbons of color dancing across the floor, and feet and arms rotating in fluid strokes. The room pulsates with life. He sees his friend in a white apron, a stream of smoke rising from between his fingers, and motions for him. The light sweeps across the concrete wall from above. The concrete wall sweeps inward and scoops him up into another realm. He emerges through the lips of another wall into a white space. He remembers the woman at the counter, the one who once sold him a bag. The room is white except for the hanging wooden display cases and their contents. He passes it up today. Navigating through the same wall that he had gone through to enter into the white room, which is now in front of him, the man enters a narrow darkness. Tears in the skin of the concrete bring in slivers of light and reveal the island’s ancient walls beyond. Making a slight right he enters through the same wall that has crossed over his path and emerges in suspension. On both sides he sees the city and the harbor beyond. The scent of the coca tea drifts across him and fills him with energy. He orders a Tall and perches himself against the window. He hears the pattering of rain against the glass, opens his newspaper, takes a sip, and waits for his friend to arrive.