KNOCK KNOCK

I don't know what it is about the door.
There's something about the way it opens and closes always in onomatopoeia.
It’s not like it’s over animated in anyway and if so, only in scale. It’s a moment of transition- a threshold from one chapter to the next.

I remember the exact moment when I read DO NOT ENTER on your door. It was typed in bold letters (probably in Helvetica.) I had mistaken it for art before I understood its meaning by definition. I tried the knob but It was locked to further enforce its stance. I panicked. Suddenly the door that always proposed a window of opportunity or a transition to new and better experiences became a dead end, a bump in the road and a pain in my heart.
So I’m jiggling the knob- coaxing it to unlock. I shake it like an Etch-a-sketch praying that the door will dissolve in front of me. I need a key or secret password and since I don’t have either of those I realize I’m royally screwed. It’s one of those moments when it starts to rain indoors and before you realize the absurdity of the situation, you close your eyes and hope that your imagination is simply soaring ahead of you.
I go over my options once again and I remember that the only gentleman-like thing to do in a moment like this is to knock.

So now I’m here, at your door in contemplation and in metaphor.

Tools of Self Expression

It's far too easy to get lost in the metropolis. Stop and stare at something you pass by everyday. You'll be suprised by what you find or even what you don't find.

Hello Dolly

Dolly acts a soundtrack on a quest to find the love.
Mama says there’ll be days like this and Baby June says to lay in bed with metaphor. Embracing both concepts, a mix of country, folk and soul, let your imagination run wild.

Imagine a city built of your very own hopes and dreams, and successes and failures. Think outside of what you know as architecture. In fact, think Seussian! How does a failure to fly look on Mulberry Street just outside of your downtown? How does a promotion at work play with your skyline? How does a truffula tree look beside an evergreen?
Here, the sun always shines and the rain always falls. It’s a place where people stop to talk to at least one stranger a day and where parks and picnics are plentiful. A place where overbearing towers mope in contrast to cutester, Ivory cladded houses all washed in sepia.
This is a world frozen in the past captured on a faded Polaroid always struggling to enter the present and yearning for a future. As you let this conceptualized world enter your atmosphere it begins to crumble. How does a city survive when you yourself have stopped dreaming and have lost hope? How does a city thrive when your failures outweigh your successes? And how do we please the people with fickle weather and dismal browns?
Perhaps you were never meant to be an urban planner and by no means will he ever create a world in 6 days. You’re no Alsop or Gehry and you may be disowned if you claimed to be the G O D. (It’s best to leave it up to the professionals.) But as this world continues to crumble, take time to smirk, if only to yourself, for one day, your hope will be ample and your dreams lucid. Until then, don’t be afraid to dream in Sepia. You’ve gotta start somewhere before you spin a colour wheel. It’s not the end of a world we’ve dreamed up together; it’s merely the beginning.