Grace Yi Kung

The Journal ARCHDES700 Grace Yi Kung Chris Barton, Pip Cheshire, Nat Cheshire, Ludo Campbell-Reid, Raphaela Rose

Kiki Female. East. 13 years old.

This is Kiki. A young thirteen-year-old witch who lives in the East. Tradition is witches live alone for a year when they reach the age of thirteen. With her best friend Jiji, an energetic black cat, she applies for a working holiday at the big city, Auckland. With a headstrong and ambitious mind, she sets off on her maiden voyage, to the city floating on water.

In Kiki’s journey, she portrays the importance of belonging, gregariousness and mixing in one’s place in society. On the other hand, the yearning of independence and a room for one’s own is also needed at times.

Through her journey, we see a huge potential in incorporating Auckland’s growing population, most importantly, to establish a place for a huge segment of Auckland’s population. To gain a sense of representation. To someone like Kiki.

Neighbourhood

Departure Getting off the bus, just before eight o’clock in the morning, the ground is indented with impatient trenches, the ruthless scurries play in synchronized rhythm.

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Advent It is not just an arrival, But a guide to more venture, A magic carpet which leads you to the unseen To the rabbit hole.

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“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.�

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Flight Without further ado, Taking tight grasp of the wooden handle, Boldly descend through a place of seemingly nothing. an unwelcome solitude approaches.

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Landing Absolutely unalerted, one steps foot onto a haze of warm luscious, Layered richness of enticing textures and assorted shades The heart unexpectedly warms ~

Threshold The heart expands, As the skin embodies the hint of brass, Both express desire of intimacy, an invitation to something new; to something greater ~

Hall Piercing beyond the threshold, In a tunnel of polished wood, Embedded with various doors of different sizes, A mystery ready for discovery ~

Tower Pose in monumental stature, Always punctual with its task, it’s hands gesture for attention, it’s bell chime for more, as the second comes by, when delivery needs done. ~

Bulletin Close affiliate to the timekeeper vibrantly coated with colourful messages of all sorts, happy reminders, bringing all the more smiles and pleasures, to those at work and delivery. ~

Village Workshops of various sorts, from craft to cooking, ordered in random dispersal, longing for the visits. ~

Forest Myriads of reds and greens benches rooted to the ground an urban jungle ~

Common Room A forum filled with knowledge and discussion, Interrupted by the occasional collision of china and glass, A cohesion between person and person; object and object.

An epoch of mixing and belonging. ~

Table Various tables small, medium, large, Seated with enthusiastic faces enthralled into menus of enlightenments Lips craving for the pleasurable touch of light refreshments As the aromatic smell of coffee and delicacies flourishes the space. ~

Kitchen The aroma travelling from the pans and pots, Fingers busy crafting assorted pieces of edibles, Keeping in schedule with the flying orders. ~

Archive An accumulation of experiences and wisdom, Stored in beautifully binded volumes, the mind withdraws different learnings each time, valuable memories waiting to be shared. ~

Cabinet Yearning for indepedence, a room for one’s own, enclosed in a mixture of dark and light, a world with no lion and witch A comfy armchair paired with its old companion ~

“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.�

Mirror Mirror Mirror on the wall How am I different now then to before?

An whole new reflection A rediscovery of one’s place in life Done through one’s own efforts. ~

Veranda Even the most reserved crave a breath of fresh air, Seats in various form and shades, Accompanied by pastures of green and flowers blooming from heaven ~

Vault And where does everything go, The home of all members, Awaits their time, to trips of diversity, patiently prompted for guidance. ~

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.�

Chamber Pods of peace, enveloped by tenderness a mug of warm milk to the bedside, numerous white moments, in the world of Pandora.

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Opening The mind is opens its doors to beyond, Breeze of realization Breath in new learning, The mind is refreshed. ~

“Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.�

To be continued...