Architectural Woes

you can't fight for too long, eventually you'll realize that you're fighting yourself.
a mission to create something from within, although we don't yet know quite how to, we try.
and try.
a challenge to refute what is known,
what is right,
what is wrong,
and just follow when our minds want to succumb to our intuition.
not to neglect our intuition and stay true while maintaing a clear direction
and not distorting our intentions.

i cry through this object,
to you.
for you see,
all i have is merely the materials and tools in front of me
(that i can barely control)
to tell you how i feel.
to tell you what i think.
to change your mind.
to humbly make sense of a chaos
chaos that exists within an intangible and elite world of intellectual pervasiveness.

i'm telling you how i'm hurting.
i'm feeding you my depression.
i'm filling the deep void.

you have no idea what i'm talking about.

this wall is here.
this wood is bent.
i'm encompassing your body, i'm opening you up to the sky,
for that is what i am here to do.

this is my language.
this is the dialogue between me and the world.
this is my mind and soul
spewed out into bits
beautifully arranged into clouds that are merely made up of
air
and water.
and like water,
eventually it all evaporates into nothing

As We Build

a starting point. an entry into a diverse world of possibility that everyday allows for various paths of creativity. a combination of and a presentation of successes and failures. everyday a new endeavor and a new understanding.

the idea of community activity, where anyone can observe and feel a part of the moment. Spaces that wrap in and out of each other, to intersect, even if slightly.

pulling apart a box to reveal so slightly what is going on inside. the sense of pulling something apart to see its components.

proportions that are harmonious and subtle, not extreme or overpowering.