Platformtwo

It has been a while since we’ve been back and the quest for the perfect product has not been easy. But finally we have packaged products that we hope, can sell and so help the Lohar.

But before I got to the finished pieces there was a lot of other attempts, some more successful than others.

try,try and try again……..

After having made coat hooks, candle holders, bird feeders, fire pits, hammers, nails, corkscrews, foil cutters, insects and gardening tools, we chose to work on designing sets, so I took on developing the hammer and nails set and an insect memo holder set.

The hammer went though several models before finding one I was happy with.

The finished set consists of one hammer and ten labeled hand forged nails.

Below is the collection of the animals that I made during the design process.

Below is the insect memo holders in their box. The front legs hook over a screw in the wall and the weight of the body presses the back legs against the wall, allowing each insect to hold a photograph or note.

We will be meeting this afternoon at 16:00/8th floor.

Presentation of Lohar project

Please bring drawings, models, mock-ups.

Jonathan found this interesting link we should look at…

http://www.core77.com/reactor/02.06_desi.asp

Lohars may not have much in terms of western materialism, but they were rich in their simplicity and their way of living.
 

As I spent more time with them I noticed little things like how the children played with kites and they laughed and giggled a lot.  The men were respectful of one another and joked around, while the women looked on to their families and even helped the men with their work. They showed me a different way of living.

Perhaps its not about trading up for more and better, but rather living it up with all you have.

We had design critiques in the evenings with the IIDC students and instructors. Hearing the design thoughts of other student designers from the other side of the world, and finding out that it’s not that different from one’s own, somehow made the cultural gap seem a little smaller.

As you walk the streets of Pink City, you never really know what to expect.

On my way to the junk yard, I caught sight of this little boy making vroom vroom noises on the back of this bike. It made me smile.