care free living. that sounds like a fantasy in an unreachable world. the same thoughts flush through my brain, never ending. no appetite. the same thoughts are becoming bland. how is it possible, that one thing has made my life so mundane? a person liberated from the captivity of the center, from the straitjacket of identity. The generic person breaks with this destructive cycle of dependency: he is nothing but a reflection of present need and present ability. he is a person without history. he is big enough for everybody. he is easy. he does not need maintenance. he gets too small he just expands. If he gets old he just self-destructs and renews. thanks rem.
manipulation of thought, how my mind has been torqued and influenced by not so many. i even sit in the darkness with my lamp on at night, criticizing others taking mental notes and never responding to questions with answers, rather with another uncertain notion.
something i became conscious of: studying models and buildings before i enter them, makes people believe that i have psychic powers, when i can predict where the stair case is, where the restrooms are located, and down to how many sinks are located on the counter. another random tidbit, satisfaction slips through my fingers so easily, only because fulfillment seems to be endless. perhaps there needs to be a change of mindset, or possibly life is a pursuit to contentment of self.
just another arbitrary thought, like any other day: define friendship. i seize to believe that the defining terms of a companionship is solely based on memories, experiences, or physical interaction. distance and time can always tarnish these relationships, but they still exist. understanding the guidelines to a healthy bond with the sphere of friendships i have is something i need to surface on my own, but this defining question probably will only be answered with another set of mind twisting uncertainties. this quarter i have been neglecting my design course and been refocusing my thought on subjects not so much pertaining to architecture, but toward general education. therefore, i read. the pleasure of space: this cannot be put into words, it is unspoken. approximately; it is a form of experience – the presence of absence; exhilarating differences between the plane and the cavern, between the street and your living room; symmetries and dissymmetries emphasizing the spatial properties of my body: right and left, up and down. taken to its extreme, the pleasure of space leans toward the poetics of the unconscious, to the edge of madness.
good music, people, and vibes. its twenty two days deep into the ten and i haven’t been spending time for thought. although time has been plentiful, this over abundance has not generated any physical product or outcome. its care free living with a sense of self control, like an infinite freedom that test ones ability to progress. applications for abroad have been sent off, now i guess its what people call fate? see where i end up in about two months. either way, its going to be an experience of a lifetime. try everything at least once. its always good to have something new. fascination of photo realistic vignettes entangled in our conscious.
Coat of Arms, light#1, #2, 1685/Bach, Aquarium. He played it all, as he spilled out his thoughts, feelings, and energy through visuals and acoustics.
I’m definitely delighted that I recorded a few shorts clips of what was one of the most amazing performances I’ve experienced.
I started laying some tones of blue on my second canvas.
Maxicured the cue-tip back onto the cue-stick my father gave me and headed to the pool hall.
Sat down for some drinks with some old and new friends.
Some time alone. The echoes of definition of turnt up playing in the background, a bottle of wine to myself, an empty canvas with three freshly dried coats of gesso, and my pet turtle swimming feverishly around, hopefully pleased to see me. I got back into painting today, which involved me purchasing a few colors of acrylic that wasn’t in my ancient collection of painting supplies and walking around an art supply store with dried paint under my finger nails.
I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.
Mellow Beats, Friends & Lovers played on repeat throughout finals week and forever. As the rainy season comes, snow begins to envelop mountaintops, winter coats are brought out of the closet, and most importantly time is spent with friends and family.
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us, universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Demands of his patrons? Michelangelo would have been an interesting class to have taken, too bad the registration of these facilities can go to shits.
I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin’s; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.
About to experience the shear ecstasy of what is called the killer cheese-steak. I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since the idea was formed in the genius mind of the dungeon master late last night.
Something I deleted from the desktop.
No longer sticking to a traditional view of form and function creating a space of free will, the space of free will begins to define itself through a structured vocabulary. The language of spatial relationship and transition are expressed through modularity, rather than through form or function. The inhabitant is given the opportunity to express what they believe to be is home in an expansible structural grid. Keeping to a modular vocabulary, the focus is no longer put on the form of the house, rather the variety of spaces the inhabitant experiences as he walks through, in essence, “the same space.” The endless selection of how the space is to be used, relieves the inhabitant of the restrictions functions put on space. The inhabitants ever-developing conscious desire to express was looked at closely, through the study of the metabolist movement, in which laws of space and functional transformation held the future for society and culture. The modular vocabulary allows for the free spaces to easily transform through this structure, satisfying the inhabitants desire to express. Modularity no longer limits the user to express themselves spatially, instead it refines spaces into its simplest form for the user to manipulate.
Overheard the word pedagogy, twice in a sentence. Mark Neveu asked a student, “how would you critique yourself?” the student stared blankly at his project and tried to gather his thoughts in order to produce a somewhat intelligent answer. He stood there in silence. Finally, “I don’t know.”
Everyday, every decision that is processed through our mind is a way we critique ourselves. If we didn’t criticize ourselves, we would never get anywhere.
Many people confound physical seeing with knowledge. They do not think deeply enough to discover that one may see a thing and not know it, while he may know a thing and yet not see it. Self expression is hard to do, especially if this expression is suppose to be translated into something that isn’t only processable in our minds, but to the masses.
