A Molten Productive Landscape. A cutlers forge, Smithfield, Dublin Part 2 Project 2011 ConchúIr ó HáRgáIn Dublin Institute of Technology | Ireland A MOLTEN PRODUCTIVE LANDSCAPEA Cutlers, Smithfield, DublinA MOLTEN SPACEThere is a morphology of space and material, as the charcoal andpig iron transform into molten steel. The space will focus itself onthe intense movement of the molten steel. Soot will create a layerof process on every material. Smoke will fill the depth of the roof.Steam will fill the space, as the molten steel is tempered in water.The condensation from the tempering baths will signify the steelsreadiness to be refined.A graded attrition of stone, water, and metal, reveals the soul ofthe blade.A burnished and honed instrument.A timber stock is chosen to mediate the precision of blade andhand.Necessity becomes tradition.Tradition becomes culture.The productive landscape is a grouping of material. Thesematerials are accumulators of time. Each act is recorded andstored. Within the worked landscape, transubstantiation isomitted. Instead the landscape embraces a biological model ofregeneration. In order to preserve life, forms are generated andregenerate isomorphically, through necessity. The landscapesforms are mercurial to the point that they are vested in theprocess which they house. The landscape seems to retainimpermanent elements, and contrast them with seeminglypermanent ones. It is the shared will of the landscape and itsarchitectonic language to embody permanence. The ceremony oflayering a landscape is cyclical. The beginning is never lost butrepeated with each layer of process. This permanence of processrepels the blind progress of history in order to preserve anidentity over time. It is from these fields of necessity that a culturewill be bourn. The productive landscape is the material from whichculture is made, however it is within the skills and traditions of themaker that the culture lies. Each seasonal, or generationalworking of the landscape is the repetition of a beginning compelledto repeat itself. We are forever being lured toward whatever maybe lurking in a beginning. A pealing of time, a making of identity, Asearch for place. A permanence of process. ConchúIr ó HáRgáIn Tutor(s)