Jinhyun Jeon- Tableware as Sensorial Stimuli

Jinhyun Jeon has an interest in joint perception. She explores the engineering of emotional experiences through sensorial perceptions and intuitive behaviours.

According to Jeon, the sensorial series “Tableware as Sensorial Stimuli” was inspired by the synesthesia phenomenon. The project aims to stretch the limits of what tableware can do, and how tableware can make eating a richer experience.

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Annika Frye- Adhocker Collection

Annika Frye is a german designer who is interested in the improvisation in serial production processes.

Below is her explaination to the project Adhocker Collection in her website:

“The stool is the most simple piece of furniture, it is often part of daily improvisation and makeshift constructions. Still, a stool has to be made regarding rules of stability and use. Thus, I used the idea of a stool to explore the possibilities of improvisation as a method in the design process. I found three strategies: creating something by using ad hoc – techniques as a starting point, during the production process of the object, or by developing an object that the user can improvise with.”

 

The Adhocker Collection consists three chairs:

(1) A stool made out of tape and airplane plywood.

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(2) A blanket fixed to the stool frame allows the user to adjust the height by improvising.

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(3) A stool that can also be a chair.
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Chicle objects by Hella Jongerius

Dutch designer Hella Jongerius was commissioned by The Nature Conservancy to create objects for the show “Design for a Living World” in 2009. In this project, Jongerius played with chicle, a natural latex, and created objects using chicle. She used the elastic and adhesive properties of chicle to create textured surfaces and connection planes between materials. The resulted objects have a strange beauty. However, they are not suitable for industrial use as the chicle material is very fragile in nature. livingworldtop livingworld8 livingworldtop2 livingworld7 livingworld4

Asif Khan- Harvest

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London based designer Asif Khan produces “Harvest“, a series of furniture from freeze-dried flowers.The Gypsophila plant has a natural ability to interlock. Khan harvested plant materials, and put them into moulds to freeze-dry. After several weeks, the moulded plant is bonded with a linseed oil-based resin.

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Seyo Cizmic’s Ceramic Works

San Diego based artist Seyo Cizmic has a art direction incorporates contradictions in object materiality – physically and mentally. The works questions life. The style seem to be quite similar to Katerina Kamprani at the first glance, but Cizmic’s works are more to the social and political commentary side.

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Wonderland

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Below is the chapter of tea party excerpted from the book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. (THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 2.7a (C)1991 Duncan Research)

 

Chapter VII.  A Mad Tea Party

There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and the talking over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. `There’s PLENTY of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.

`Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. `I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.

`There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.

`Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.

`It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.

`I didn’t know it was YOUR table,’ said Alice; `it’s laid for a great many more than three.’

`Your hair wants cutting,’ said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.

`You should learn not to make personal remarks,’ Alice said with some severity; `it’s very rude.’

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’

`Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. `I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.–I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud.

`Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare.

`Exactly so,’ said Alice.

`Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on.

`I do,’ Alice hastily replied; `at least–at least I mean what I say–that’s the same thing, you know.’

`Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!’

`You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’

`You might just as well say,’ added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that “I breathe when I sleep” is the same thing as “I sleep when I breathe”!’

`It IS the same thing with you,’ said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn’t much.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of the month is it?’ he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.’

`Two days wrong!’ sighed the Hatter. `I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!’ he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

`It was the BEST butter,’ the March Hare meekly replied.

`Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,’ the Hatter grumbled: `you shouldn’t have put it in with the bread-knife.’

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, `It was the BEST butter, you know.’

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. `What a funny watch!’ she remarked. `It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!’

`Why should it?’ muttered the Hatter. `Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?’

`Of course not,’ Alice replied very readily: `but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.’

`Which is just the case with MINE,’ said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. `I don’t quite understand you,’ she said, as politely as she could.

`The Dormouse is asleep again,’ said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.

The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes, `Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.’

`Have you guessed the riddle yet?’ the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.

`No, I give it up,’ Alice replied: `that’s the answer?’

`I haven’t the slightest idea,’ said the Hatter.

`Nor I,’ said the March Hare.

Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,’ she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.’

`If you knew Time as well as I do,’ said the Hatter, `you wouldn’t talk about wasting IT. It’s HIM.’

`I don’t know what you mean,’ said Alice.

`Of course you don’t!’ the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. `I dare say you never even spoke to Time!’

`Perhaps not,’ Alice cautiously replied: `but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.’

`Ah! that accounts for it,’ said the Hatter. `He won’t stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o’clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you’d only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!’

(`I only wish it was,’ the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)

`That would be grand, certainly,’ said Alice thoughtfully: `but then–I shouldn’t be hungry for it, you know.’

`Not at first, perhaps,’ said the Hatter: `but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.’

`Is that the way YOU manage?’ Alice asked.

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. `Not I!’ he replied. `We quarrelled last March–just before HE went mad, you know–‘ (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) `–it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing

“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you’re at!”

You know the song, perhaps?’

`I’ve heard something like it,’ said Alice.

`It goes on, you know,’ the Hatter continued, `in this way:–

“Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle–“‘

Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep `Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle–‘ and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.

`Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,’ said the Hatter, `when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, “He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!”‘

`How dreadfully savage!’ exclaimed Alice.

`And ever since that,’ the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, `he won’t do a thing I ask! It’s always six o’clock now.’

A bright idea came into Alice’s head. `Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?’ she asked.

`Yes, that’s it,’ said the Hatter with a sigh: `it’s always tea-time, and we’ve no time to wash the things between whiles.’

`Then you keep moving round, I suppose?’ said Alice.

`Exactly so,’ said the Hatter: `as the things get used up.’

`But what happens when you come to the beginning again?’ Alice ventured to ask.

`Suppose we change the subject,’ the March Hare interrupted, yawning. `I’m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.’

`I’m afraid I don’t know one,’ said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal.

`Then the Dormouse shall!’ they both cried. `Wake up, Dormouse!’ And they pinched it on both sides at once.

The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. `I wasn’t asleep,’ he said in a hoarse, feeble voice: `I heard every word you fellows were saying.’

`Tell us a story!’ said the March Hare.

`Yes, please do!’ pleaded Alice.

`And be quick about it,’ added the Hatter, `or you’ll be asleep again before it’s done.’

`Once upon a time there were three little sisters,’ the Dormouse began in a great hurry; `and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well–‘

`What did they live on?’ said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking.

`They lived on treacle,’ said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.

`They couldn’t have done that, you know,’ Alice gently remarked; `they’d have been ill.’

`So they were,’ said the Dormouse; `VERY ill.’

Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: `But why did they live at the bottom of a well?’

`Take some more tea,’ the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

`I’ve had nothing yet,’ Alice replied in an offended tone, `so I can’t take more.’

`You mean you can’t take LESS,’ said the Hatter: `it’s very easy to take MORE than nothing.’

`Nobody asked YOUR opinion,’ said Alice.

`Who’s making personal remarks now?’ the Hatter asked triumphantly.

Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her question. `Why did they live at the bottom of a well?’

The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, `It was a treacle-well.’

`There’s no such thing!’ Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare went `Sh! sh!’ and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, `If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish the story for yourself.’

`No, please go on!’ Alice said very humbly; `I won’t interrupt again. I dare say there may be ONE.’

`One, indeed!’ said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. `And so these three little sisters–they were learning to draw, you know–‘

`What did they draw?’ said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.

`Treacle,’ said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.

`I want a clean cup,’ interrupted the Hatter: `let’s all move one place on.’

He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.

Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: `But I don’t understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?’

`You can draw water out of a water-well,’ said the Hatter; `so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well–eh, stupid?’

`But they were IN the well,’ Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.

`Of course they were’, said the Dormouse; `–well in.’

This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.

`They were learning to draw,’ the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; `and they drew all manner of things–everything that begins with an M–‘

`Why with an M?’ said Alice.

`Why not?’ said the March Hare.

Alice was silent.

The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: `–that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness– you know you say things are “much of a muchness”–did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?’

`Really, now you ask me,’ said Alice, very much confused, `I don’t think–‘

`Then you shouldn’t talk,’ said the Hatter.

This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.

`At any rate I’ll never go THERE again!’ said Alice as she picked her way through the wood. `It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!’

Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. `That’s very curious!’ she thought. `But everything’s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.’ And in she went.

Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little glass table. `Now, I’ll manage better this time,’ she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she wet to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocked) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down the little passage: and THEN–she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

Modifications On Household Objects

Hot Glue Sissors

Scissors that cannot cut.

 

Manikin Peeler

Manikin Peeler- a servant to help.

 

 

Mirror Chair

Mirror Chair- The world extends from your bottom.

 

Shell Spoon

Shell Spoon- Twisting the way you eat.

 

Hair Spray Sock

Hair-sprayed Sock-  Hollow, From soft to hard.

 

Toliet Paper Lamp

Toliet Paper Roll Lamp- Perfect bedside lamp for allergic noses.

 

 

 

///Other Material Explorations-

Cling Cling

Fluffy Little Jar

 

I have realised that the topic of household objects is very board.
It is a good idea to narrow it down to kitchenware/ tableware/ utensils and focus on the design of dinning experience.

Kitchen Ware

Mio I-zawa (飯沢 未央)

Japanese artist Mio I-zawa (飯沢 未央) is interested in technology and human. She designed The Grow Cable and an installation called Heart(L).

The Grow Cable is an i-phone cable shaped like an umbilical cord. It moves while charging the phone. According to I-zawa, she designed the cable as an umbilical cord as she has related the action of charging a phone to way mother feeds energy to her baby. “It moves as if it’s trying to introduce iPhone into, just like to express an irony to people’s dependance on iPhone.”, says I-zawa.

Heart(L) is a huge heart shaped installation connected a heart rate sensor. According to I-zawa, When you put your finger on the heart rate sensor, the sensor reads your heart rate, a compressor will runs and the installation will beat accordingly. By or hugging or touching the installation, people can almost see and feel their own hearts and the one of others.

 

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Arduino technology has limitless possibilities. It provides interaction between objects and human in a way that it would otherwise not possible to achieve.

Unique and Strange Shapes in the Nature

 

Bleeding Tooth Fungus/ Strawberries and cream/ Red-juice tooth/ Devil’s tooth

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Buddha’s Hand

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Cedar-Apple Rust Fungus

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Chinese Black Batflowers

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Chinese Fleeceflower

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Devil’s Claw

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Doll’s Eye/ White Baneberry

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Porcupine Tomato

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Sea Anemone Mushroom / Octopus Stinkhorn

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CATable

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CATable is designed by Ruan Hao (阮昊),a designer of the LYCS architecture firm. The table is designed for cats and their owners. Cat owners can use the table surface as their desk, while cats can use it as a playground. We all know cats love to sneak into tiny holes and they are curious of everything. With built in tunnels for cats to burrow and felines to explore, cats can enjoy discovering and playing by themselves when their owners are focusing on their work, or enjoying their meals. It will be less likely for the cats to jump onto your computer to mess with your work or to steal your food from your plate. Owners and cats then can enjoy the same space together. With the semi-opened tunnels and holes, cat owners can share their cats’ adventurous explorations and interact to their pets in a whole new level.

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The CATable is an inspirational example of embedding body languages and interaction in the shape of an object.

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