I'm not an architect

I am not an architect.  I am not a media person. Not a builder. A business. Or a contractor.
 
I’ve had to be all those things, but I am no expert at any of them.

What I might call myself is a performance artist—with big props.
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My house is a one off. 

So, if I can build a house out of materials that are not well understood, so can you.  The reasons to do so are too compelling not to try.

I’ve heard, in keynote speeches and trade organization networks, that changing the world requires that we call on our innovators; that we step outside of our routines and our roles; that we see past our immediate and individual desires to our collective needs.  "Urgent" that we adapt.  And yet our support systems are inflexible.

HHH is a social experiment as much as it is a building experiment.

It’s a party house.  A space in a neighborhood setting that invites inquiry, scrutiny, feeling the space.  What's different?  How do we gather in this place?

A house of hemp is mysteriously comfortable.  Seashell wrapping.  It must be experienced.  

I am opening the house to stage a "class" with Alex Sparrow even though it is in an unfinished state.

Not an architect, nor designer, nor any of a number of jobs I've had to perform in order to build this house.  I invite creative people to participate in extending this experience.

What detail would you add?  Who can use these tools?  What will help us to adapt?