Thursday, February 25, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
As time passes by, I come to realize more and more how little I know. I think the younger we are the more we think we know and the older we get the more we realize our true ignorance. At first, the whole process is very frustrating. But, with time, I've come to find it humbling and truly a relief. I don't need to understand. I don't need to know. I know all I need to know at each given time to make the best choices for my life at that moment.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Le Gallerie - The Tunnels in Trento, Italy
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Gruppe Gut retrofitted two 300m tunnels in the town of Trento to house temporaryexhibits. The first of its kind showcased the film 1914-1918: I Trentini e la Grande Guerra, un popolo scomparso e la sua storia ritrovata (by FilmWork). Projected images, films and sounds create a walk through phantoms in the black tunnel of immersion. Next door, the white tunnel is separated into three diferent exhibit areas. The first contains 8 boxes mimicking the "huts in the Towns of Wood: refugee camps".
Next, it hosted the "Historically ABC" exhibit on the history of the region of Trentino. A new modular system was developed for the white tunnel and teaching gardens framed the entrances of both.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Habit
What most amazes me about traveling is the sense of shock it creates against the everyday routine.
If you stay shorts amount of time in numerous places for an extended period your mind doesn't have enough time to feel comfortable and to create habits. You are forced to pay attention. You realize then the transient nature of life through your eyes and your ears.
The smell of pigeon excrement, the taste of sweet mint tea and the call from nearby minarets mingle into a confusion of experiences that you consume like water to cure your thirst for life.
But now, I question whether it really happened. Did I really go to those far away places? Once I return home to my bed, my friends and family, the world is familiar again.
And again, I find myself reliving old days from beginning to end. I awaken exhausted from the day I haven't yet lived from playing it out in my head.
My mind walks past freedom as if it were a stranger.
But why can't I talk to strangers? Why am I so afraid of them?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
What Can/SHOULD I do with an Architecture Degree???
- architecture firm
- interior design
- landscape architecture
- furniture/industrial/exhibition/packaging designer
- professor/instructor
- draw
- ponder
- fluff
- volunteer
- progressive design
- design production
- work at a hotel in South East Asia or the Caribbean?
- photography - though I realized what I most like to photograph are my dogs because they are the most uninhibited and honest subjects I've encountered
- meditate
- something completely different
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