HOOV

09-12-2023

Title: Modus Aberrandi

Relation: Personal Exploration

Year: 2023

Timeline: 3 Weeks

Focus Areas

Footwear Design

Manufacturing

Prototyping

3D Modeling

3D Printing

Outline

"Modus Aberrandi" refers to a method or approach that breaks away from the expected or customary course of action. This project explores 3D printed footwear as a Modus Aberrandi, aiming to challenge conventional approaches to shoemaking and embrace innovative manufacturing techniques. With new workflows and tools like Gravity Sketch and 3D printing, the modus operandi (Latin: a particular way or method of doing something)of traditional footwear manufacturing may soon undergo a mass shift in procedures.


This project explores 3D-printed footwear as a canvas, juxtaposing traditional shoes and the remnants of Ozymandias to symbolize human ambition. The shoe, a tool of control over nature, enables us to shape our surroundings. Concurrently, Ozymandias' ruins highlight the transient nature of our power quest. 3D printed footwear, with its precision and adaptability, reflects our ongoing innovation and positive strides in harmonizing with the environment through technology.

Ozymandias

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”