#archtober

Okay, a little behind, but this is going to be my ARCHTOBER thread.

I'm also going to do it a little differently that in the past. I used to do all visual art, but this year I'm going to try building on my "Mormon Missionary Gets Isekai'd" story idea by writing little scenes for the paired prompts. Just to help flesh out the world and characters a bit.

Anyways, here's the first:

Parched Basin

We’re celebrating Archtober with James Gulliver Hancock's “Connection Cultivating Communities” (2018) at LIRR Merrick station. The artwork imagines the LIRR map as a tree branch extending outward with each town along the train line as blossoms, depicted in Hancock’s whimsical and playful style. The blooms depict vignettes of the station's community with recognizable Long Island landmarks such as Montauk Point Lighthouse, the post office, fire houses, Chatterton School, Merrick Library, Merrick Gables Spanish architecture, and the Merrick station itself.

Hancock has been drawing New York’s buildings for years and has recently released a new edition of his book “All the Buildings in New York.” Building upon the original publication on its 10th anniversary, the book features illustrations of both iconic and everyday buildings, celebrating the architectural charm of New York.

“There Came to My Window” @the-arch-hive​  Archtober 2023 Day 25 "Matriarchal" This song is one that has been passed down from my mother & grandmother. I first learned it on the recorder & singing, but today I am playing it on the cello, because this was my grandmother's cello. She started learning in her 70s, and when she died, it went to one of my nieces who was taking orchestra in middle school. When that niece got to high school, she decided she'd rather do choir, so now I have added cello to my repetoire.

Lyrics: 

There came to my window 

One morning in spring, 

A sweet little robin, 

She came there to sing. 

The song that she sang, 

It was prettier by far 

Than ever was heard on 

A flute or guitar. 

And just as she finished 

Her beautiful song, 

A thoughtless young man with 

A gun came along. 

He killed and he carried 

My robin away. 

She'll never sing more at 

Millennium

I hope my bones wither

and turn into dust

that breeds flora which pull sheets of

greenery over our fallen empires

taking back into the earth

the dust from whence it all came.

I hope my Mother

sings Her adamic lullabies

over the slumbering Lion and Lamb as

stars blink in morse

years too late to say goodbye to the

humans who fought themselves to extinction.

I hope that in the end

it was all worth the agony

and the ecstacy of being human

as the years erode our memory

leaving nothing but bruises

Archtober is NYC's annual October festival of architecture activities, programs and exhibitions! In honor of it's ninth iteration, take a look at some of our favorite visitor photos of the Museum's Beaux Arts architecture and contemporary spaces throughout the building.⁠ ⁠⁠Be sure to post your architecture shots using #mybkm and you may end up on our feeds too!