Lately, I've spent a lot of time thinking and perhaps not enough time doing.
I took my head out of the clouds and planted my feet on street level for just
enough time to have a meet and greet with reality.
In the 1920s Mr. Loos had dreams of building a house for Ms. Baker- one that
would completely change the Parisian street as we know it. It was to be clad in
strips of black and white marble and would feature an indoor swimming pool
where passersby could admire Josephine taking a dip in her pool. I often
continue this dream in my mind and fantasize about what it might be like to see
Josephine walking her pet Leopard on the city street in some outrageous
garment. Even now it puts a smile to my face as I sit here and imagine such a
scene. Adolf Loos had a vision that never came into fruition even though his vision
was so clearly illustrated.
At times, my dreams are a little bit fuzzy and come in fragments. My dreams
take malleable forms and change direction with the wind. I am often unsure if
my dreams should be perused or if I'm shooting past the stars. As children we
are taught that our goals must be attainable but at some point we differentiate
goals from dreams. Adolf's dream for the built environment is nothing like
mine. I see a clear depiction of what could be a physical structure and an
aesthetic bold enough to match Ms. Baker's personality. His vision is stable
and solid. Truth be told, weather in focus or blurry a dream is merely a dream.
If Adolf couldn't do it, what chance do we have?
