Sarah and I have been a little confused by something recently.
With the same methods & ingredients,
our hand-kneaded Gram cracker dough ends up different
whether it’s she or I who made it.
Without fail, mine comes out like a sort of stone
not pretty, but stolid.
Her's is like some kind of silk or velvet;
finespun, but temperamental.
Both bake into sameness, so we’re not concerned,
yet it’s brought us back to a question.
One that architecture today doesn’t seem to ask.
Why are our hands important?
A better question might be why are our creations important?
The answer to either could be to tell a story
of where we’re from and what we’ve done.
Our hands translate our intentions,
build what we care about,
and explain who we are.
We need to reignite the tradition of making and sharing directly.
This allows us, not only to learn about those around us,
but in turn help make us who we are
and place ourselves in a larger context.
Gramwich is a simple way of doing that
A way of using our hands to share what Sarah and I care about:
A life better lived by doing and
the act of choosing how to live it.
And don’t listen to Sarah, ice cream sandwiches will save the world.