Interview: Derek Diedricksen, Micro-Architect and Blogger at Relaxshacks.com
Derek “Deek” Diedreksen is a tough guy to pin down. His love of tiny architecture is first on a long list of creative pursuits—including radio DJ, comic book artist, musician (currently heading a Rage Against the Machine tribute band), blogger, author and full-time dad.
Deek’s been wise to the freedoms of building his own small-scale hideouts for decades. His first building project, at the age of 10 with his younger brother Dustin, resulted in a backyard hut where the boys escaped to play Nintendo. Today, the brothers are still working together—on a tiny cabin built ad hoc in rural Vermont, an ongoing project that’s expanded as they’ve both moved from bachelorhood into family life. While Deek’s full-time home isn’t necessarily tiny, it’s definitely on the smaller side—around 900 square feet for a family of four.
One of tiny house community’s main voices, we especially love Deek because of his unabashed creativity. His structures speak to a truth that any kid who’s built a fort will tell you: that the spaces that surround us influence the way that we think and feel, can open us up to new ways of seeing the outside world. While they’re not meant for everyday, full-time living, he hopes that his micro-cabins—half sculpture, half home—will inspire people to get crafty with salvaged materials and apply some of his innovations to larger homes.
One our final day with Deek, we visited Boston South Shore to interview his brother, Dustin, about his own small home in Scituate, Massachusetts. A stay-at-home dad most weekdays, Deek arrived to meet us with both of his small kids in tow. We had some time to kill before Dustin and his wife arrived home from work, so we strolled down to the rocky coastline just a few blocks away.
While Christopher fought the seaside wind to get a few coastal shots, Deek and his kids combed through pebbles, shells, crablegs and washed-up beach debris. Picking up a piece of driftwood, Deek excitedly explained to his son that it had come from a boat out at sea, and together they examined the grain of the wood and brainstormed ways to use it.
Close to the waves in a pile of washed-up netting and plastic bottle caps, Deek found a can of black spray paint that was somehow still full of paint and fully operational.
“Funny thing is,” he said as he gave it a shake and we all walked back towards the house, “is that I need some black paint. I’ll definitely put this to use.”
~ Written by Merete Mueller, 11/21/2011