Every ugly thing that occurs only demands more beauty to fill the void it leaves. This is our charge, and our life, I suppose. 

 Would rockstars still be making music if they had no fans? 

Lately I have been thinking about tethers and mirrors ( Read more... )

I think the less you write, the less clear your life becomes - the same goes for your work.

That being said...one of the themes that have been swimming around for me, as an "artist," artist-architect or what have you...is the relationship between how you live and what you believe, between what you need and what you want.

One of the things that has ( Read more... )

 Failing to realize that it was never about one voice against the others but rather one voice despite them, she fell into the same trap as the rest. What is it about true art that is universal? Does it hit you like a hammer? Does it shout in your ear? No. It searches for a while in wide circles before finally breaking the surface, and then ( Read more... )

 She wanted to be different. So she never could quite figure out why she wanted to be an artist - artists were supposed to have edge, to have a message, to be fed up with something or just plain crazy and she was none of those. She was paralyzed with the idea that everything she'd ever do had been done already but only louder.  

Architecture is not what I love. Architecture is only a vessel, an earthly incantation, for what I love.  

Giving up and growing up are not synonymous. I don't believe it. 

It should be no surprise that America's standard of an Architect has been (and in some cases still is) Howard Roark from Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, that stoic, self-sustaining, uncompromising artist who placed his art above all else in life - above every single other living person in the world. When one reads the book, it is admittedly easy to ( Read more... )

Lesson learned = Just because you can, or just because it's never been done, is a horrible reason to do anything.