I find that when the last brick has been laid on a home i have designed or piece of furniture ive conceptualised, the feeling that i have said far to much, is ever present. The vulnerability that only manifesting an idea out of the ether, into the stark light, can bring. Now that i am writing my thoughts in a brand new blog post, the potentail for saying to much is now ever present.My first intention for this blog is to write all the harvested thoughts over the last 4 years. Why 4 yrs? Well thats when i started harvesting thoughts into my journal. The thoughts i have gained through a plethora of conversations. Its not so much the ideas one has going into the conversation that counts, what im interested in, is the concepts and ideas formulated through the precious interaction. I find the most delightful insights from the strangest of folk. like John the car guard, who has taken himself completely off the grid. i buy 2 coffees and sit with John on a bench on the Muizenberg beachfront, simply shooting the breeze. John reads a book a day - his english is brilliant and his mind is very sharp. A true poet living a very difficult self imposed life, with unique perceptions of just about everything. I find that an hour or two whiled away talking about whatever springs to mind, a productive and relaxing time spent.
Now that i sit with my private notes of 4 yrs next to me and the world infront, the idea of divulging these private design concepts is a little exposing. My garbled pub conversations and thoughts on crop circles, the Nazca lines, pyramids, earth branded architecture, perceived kinetic architecture, disintergration of perspective, erxell, evokatism, wildetecture, lost information dot com.
As i wrote in the front of my very first journal 4 years ago.
"'The very fabric of experience starts being woven with the very first step over the threshold, into the vast unknown'' - QJD 2005
So we weave and we talk and we sow and we reap. The answers to ones own design ideas are blowing in the wind. Its up to our living sensitive ears to interpret the whisperings of a million simultaneous voices.
