En Route

I took the bus to work today. Usually I sit by the window and gaze at people going by. I wonder where people could be traveling to, if they are late, if they had a chance to eat breakfast and if they are cold. I can usually answer all of the above with a glance but sometimes I listen for "stomach talk" and chattering teeth. I've been making an effort to consciously engage all of my senses. Sometimes I fear that if I lose my sight in old age that this loss might define me. Close your eyes. There are Four other fantastic ways to engage in the world.

Like I said, I took the bus to work today- surprisingly on schedule, had a smoothie for breakfast and was mildly overheated on the bus. If one was observing me they might see a bead of sweat meander on my stubble. Sometimes I wonder if people have the same questions as I do... Not because I think they are brilliant questions or anything but rather because I realize that there are billions of people in world and it is probable that one might share my curiosities. 

I took the bus to work today and the window seats were taken. I don't blame anyone for taking my seat but I do think I have the right to be silently annoyed. Sometimes I feel an overwhelming sense of ownership over public spaces. At times it helps to maintain the beauty in the shared spaces of my city and at other times I find it hard to co-exist. I'm in my 20s and I'm still learning how to share. I think this is something we should all admit to ourselves at least once in a lifetime.

I took the bus to work today and I sat opposite a young boy wearing a stunning shirt. It was elaborately encrypted with a secret code that a realist might call pattern. I am a dreamer and I often see things upside down. It is this type of thinking that is often shunned but ironically enough leads to innovation. I wondered where he was going, if he was late, if he was enjoying his banana and most importantly if he was greasy or sweating. As I went through my list of questions I became transfixed by the design of his shirt. 

I took the bus to work today and traveled a new route. I worked through the maze on his shirt weaving in and out of fibers and dyes in hopes of reaching an exotic destination. Instead, I found an infinity of loops and swirls creating a cycle that could only be repeated. I was in awe. The bus came to a startling halt and I spiraled out of my adventure unharmed.

I took the bus to work today and was reminded of the simple pleasures of good design and passive interaction.

Infinite

My hands believed in the infinite possibility of creating, rekindling, destroying.. and in that moment you saw the real me & I watched you change.

Dreaming & Baker

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?