A collection of work by Sascha Hinz-Pinet
















“The flowers will blossom again,
    and I will run through the same fields,
And instead of you running beside me,
    there will be the wind of your memories.”












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keep on scrolling This collection of comfort assets are a mere representation, a mere recollection, a mere recreation of the objects that have shaped me, raised me, and comforted me. From going around the block with my bicycle after school, to sitting down at the dinner table where long debates took place, to unwinding with a serene candle by my bedside, these assets are fragments of my life which are mundane and go unnoticed until I sit and realize the depth they brought to my understanding of the world around me. 

Re-inventing them and thinking about them in a new and fresh perspective handed me the opportunity to learn more about myself, not only in terms of my practice, but in terms of my own emotional and physical comfort.

Following each object, a poem and an audio asset can be found recalling a story, a moment, and a tune for each one of the assets I have produced.All of the following assets were created in Blender. 

Caressing My Steel Strings 

The Guitar






                                     
Pick me up by my neck,
    And sing to me.

Poke yourself with all my loose ends,
    That have been left untied.

Don’t tarnish this wood,
    That has been coated several times.

Don’t forget about me,
    In the corner of your room.




Hit me gently,
    To accompany your beat.

Rest the crock of your arm,
    On my shoulder.

I don’t know how to play on my own,
    But you can help me learn and grow.

If I could strum away like you do,
    I would sing to you too.     




The Guitar, by Sascha Hinz-Pinet





























A re-imagined guitar that is thinner, lighter, and with an automatic tuning system for an easier learning experience and to help play longer hours without physical discomfort.

Riding Down Memory Lane

The Bike

































A re-imagined bicycle made to be taken on long strolls where one can sit back and relax comfortably all while still controlling and balancing the bike.The bike!
The two wheeled drive!
The frantic pedalling!
The bleeding knee!
The hot seat, and the airless tires!
The pedals now too small for my size 7 feet!

And dad, holding my bike, running beside me, I see it on the screen!
That’s when I learnt how to ride!
That’s when my own world enlarged!
That’s when I learnt the word “balance”!
That’s when I learnt to look ahead!

Keep going!
Forward! Forward! Forward!

And then you fall! And you get back up!
Because my five year old self indulges in picking my scabs anyway!

And oh I’ll keep going!
And here I am turning 20,

    And oh I am still going!




The Bike, by Sascha Hinz-Pinet










Sipping The  Day Away

The Teapot
















He’d put on the kettle,
    Not the electrical ones that get plugged into the wall,
But the whistling one,
    Where the gas stove did the job.

He’d always ask if I wanted one,
    Do you not?
And it was always no,
    Because I didn’t understand flavored water.

He’d sip it as soon as it was boiled and soaked,
    That noise that the water between his lips made,
He should have copywritten it.




The Teapot, by Sascha Hinz-Pinet




























A re-imagined teapot where the boiling water is placed within a ceramic container, which is attached to glass holder to avoid the pot directly burning your hand.

Playing Until Dusk Comes Crawling

The Sprinkler Playground































A re-imagined childrens playground with water sprinklers to help cool and avoid heat exhaustion in children while they are playing outdoors.I remember you,
    down the slide,
    in the sand,
    scraped knee.

I remember you,
    hot under my feet,
    pirate minded,
    steering our ship.

I remember you,
    breaking your arm,
    in a cast for a few months,
    back on the ground in no time.

I remember you,
    waving goodbye,
    at our home in the park,
    driving off into the sun.





The Playground,  by Sascha Hinz-Pinet