Someone whose work I admire was rather obsessed with a concept similar to this. While I didn’t really understand it at the time… as it has marinated in the back of my brain I am intrigued by this idea… something of a scrolling narrative perfect for a scrolling generation. In a way, it functions like the scrolls of old…just revealing one part at a time with the read portions rolled up on one end and the unread rolled on the other.
Which may seem pretty obvious… But I think there’s still a lot to be gained from experimenting with this format. Because an image (or text) that is viewed this way is, by necessity, viewed differently than an image whose entire frame can be seen at once (and remains unchanged). There’s process here. There’s sequencing. There’s pace. The more I think about this, the more I am understanding one of the projects that was assigned in one of my college classes… But enough for now..
And then the last one I will share today had to do with goals that I set because of an assignment in my Freshmen Honors Seminar class. It was interesting to read through these five years after the fact, and to evaluate my success in achieving them.
And I happen to still be in the midst of trying to achieve that final goal. (Finding something that I love. Not raising a unicorn on a ranch in Canada. Duh.) Therefore, I spent my day with a wonderful little seven month old exploring the ideas of object permanence, working on communication through baby sign language, watching her learn how to balance on her little chubby legs, wiping up mushed bananas and peas… Honestly I am loving this season of life. I love being a nanny, getting to meet the needs of little ones, being creative, being goofy. I love the freedom of knowing this is what I am doing for now, and that is all it has to be. Day by day, moment by moment, it is teaching me how to find joy in the little successes and beauty all around me.
And speaking of beauty… Tré and I got to watch an amazing sunset tonight. We had planned on going on a walk anyway, but when I looked out the window and saw the fringes of the sunset, we dashed out, walked to the parking garage, sprinted to the top level, and got (what I believe to be) the best view in Blacksburg. The spontaneity was so fun. :) Then, while we were on this walk we wound through campus and ended up passing by Cowgill and Burchard… the architecture and design buildings. I didn’t think this would phase me, but I found myself tearing up as we walked home. So many memories were flashing through my mind. So many amazing people who I met in those buildings, so many sleepless nights, so much blood, sweat, and tears (quite literally).
And I think in that moment it finally hit me: I graduated. College is over for me. Those people have moved away and those years are just memories now. There is a whole new class of first years trying to figure out what the heck their professors are talking about. Those who were first years last year are now feeling like pros…until they realize they have no idea how to design actual buildings. Third years are b.s.ing their way through new software and fourth years are studying abroad or probably bored as hell. There is a new batch of thesis students, faced with one of the most challenging tasks of their educational career. And then there’s all of us who remember those days, but no longer belong in those days. And as much as I am enjoying this season of life, I can’t help but mourn that change. I am missing the creative atmosphere. I am missing those people who were with me in some of the highest and lowest moments of my college years. People in design, people in my dorm, people from Deet’s, people from Cru…
It’s always the people, isn’t it…?
Thank you to everyone who made my five years all that they were. I hope I never forget you.
I loved this exhibit at the Taubman Museum… I loved the detail, the intricacy, the time and patience it must have taken. But I also love the way that it blurs the line between art and architecture. My entire year of my architecture thesis I was searching for that line… Trying to define these words we use all the time. (Architecture, sculpture, art, architect, etc.) I was searching for my place, for how my passions fit into definitions and job descriptions. I ended up pushing the limits and blurring the lines… because why do have to define, quantify, limit, compartmentalize? introduce ourselves by our job title? Define ourselves by employment? When someone says “what do you do?” Instead of saying “I am an architecture student” or “I am a nanny” can’t I reply: “I search for beauty and life in creation and creating. I climb trees and laugh with kids. I make things I hope will cause others to smile.. Or at least think.”
art by Eric Standley
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