fun
alan ariail via
via valery lorenzo
31.7.10
30.7.10
increasingly random
working this week on one of my
favorite projects, and the client
pulled (from folder) a bit of scratch
paper on which, many months ago,
i'd been thinking (there were a
lot of arrows). today, noticed
these strange little photos from
(also) months ago and realized: when
thinking, i sure do like arrows
Random thoughts from
three different projects:
trellis, porch, fence;
event design;
tiny backyard cabana created
with salvaged materials.
sketches: vt
28.7.10
"What is important?
What makes me get out of bed every morning?
What attaches me to this place?
How can I continue to evolve?
These are the questions I ask in this work and for me the answer lies in the feelings one has for others, in the love for one’s family.
These are the basic, essential things."
- Andre Cepada
Thanks to David John. Again.
27.7.10
25.7.10
24.7.10
mnemonic
looking at the photo,
i can only tell you that
these two walls painted
these two colors had the
most unexpected shock
of loveliness and it is
very difficult to explain;
it created (on that hot
muggy day) the most
vibrant, alluring elegy
to these women of the
bauhaus. i wish you
could see it in person.
(there's no
forgetting)
23.7.10
22.7.10
sic transit
the more i think about it,
the more i am sure that
getting anywhere needs
to be more than half the fun
21.7.10
20.7.10
exponential
I've begun to realize that most of the people I admire
beyond all possibility of explanation are, or have been
at some time, teachers. There's really no way to completely
comprehend how much the influence of one good teacher
can change a single life (yours?). The truly great teachers
might do this hundreds (thousands?) of times. And
changing just one life is really a pretty big deal, isn't it?
How can anyone fully explain the amount of admiration this merits?
Teach?
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