Disclaimer... the following post is brought to you by a sudden bout of angsty-lonely artist/architect depression
Much as I would want to post about what happened during my short visit
to Sydney... I won't... because... first of all... I might end up
repeating myself during conversations... also... who cares?! Its not as
if my blog is raking in the hits... so... I'll just keep it to myself...
Life as an architect/designer/artist is really a never ending struggle
to get your vision done. Its a lonely struggle... a test of
character... of discipline and of internal strength. How I envy
artists/writers... who get to practice their art without having to rely
on anyone to implement it for them.
For every Frank Gehry- Rem Koolhaas - Tadao Ando- Daniel Libeskind
starchitect, there are about 15,000 sweatshop
draftsmen/cadsmen/renderers/frustrated academecians/production people
whom the world will never know about, who will never be able to make
their marks on this earth.
Either they didn't have the talent... the connections/clients... the
knees to make decisions on their own... the stomach to brownose their
way to commissions... the fire to desire something better... the
imagination and forebearance to imagineer their ideas... the solubility
to compromise...
Knowing this... I know what I have to be. I know what I have to do.
And despite times like these... when I rant and complain... I know what
my purpose is. I know what God put me here for. And as arrogant as it
sounds... I cannot be broken anymore.
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