Ous Abou Ras

Ous is a third year M.Arch student interested in how Architectural ideas and thought gets translated with various computational tools, algorithms and math. Prior to MIT, he graduated with Honors from the University of Toronto where he majored in Architectural Design and Physics.


In silence we dream. We dream of what could have been.

And what is the typology of a cathedral but a space to contemplate light? To meditate through light. To worship the light. To make the invisible visible. The shape of the vault that allows the cathedral to span a long distance without any supports; that form of the arch, becomes itself the vessel of light.

In the void of the underground are all the reveries of light imagined. Actual memories blended with memories of reveries, memories of forms you constructed in your sleep.

At the transept, time stops. Each convergence had a transept formed by the intersection of two conic vaults. The vault, the arch, summons reveries from memory as light brushes its surface.

The intersections on the main axis set a frame of reference that repeats itself in various forms across the memory lane of the vessel dweller, across space and time, where the flatness of light generates a variety of forms that transform through different cyclical times of day and year.

And if you are patient in your walk down the path, you will be able to reverie in the nothingness of the void at the peak of the morning only to illuminate a familiar form. A phantom of the arch will suddenly form, summoning reveries from memory that will haunt you down your memory lane, for a moment, before you itch to recall the shape of the form that has appeared before you.

The space of worship becomes a museum of endless oneiric forms between light, sight and time. Objects that are made oneiric by a familiar daydream on familiar forms of light. And behind an obscuring tilted wall. A small flickering light at the end is obscured by the light coming from the transept. Trying to walk through this deceivingly long path will only reveal a flame of a candle.

As Tzara said: “ Single flame, I am alone, “ A dialogue that continues in the silence of two solitaires contemplating each other.
A silence that reflects the images of the reveries you had as you walk back down the vessel of light.
A rocket stove
A recent invention, the rocket stove was designed to efficiently burn a small amount of fuel to produce high temperatures. The design takes advantage of a secondary burn within the hull of the stove to reach higher temperatures. From one end, fuel or branches of wood are input, and from another a source of air is oxygen is provided through natural ventilation and pressure differences.

The rocket stove, as an outdoor hearth and a place to gather around while cooking, serves more than just an aesthetic object sitting in the backyard. As it rusts and drowns in the soil of your garden, does it become part of the landscape? Perhaps its occasional use as it burns the wood breaths some life to it until it goes back to being the static spirit meditating in the garden.