I was recently posed with a question – “What is the hardest thing about architecture?” – as a graduate, with a Masters degree that took ten – yes ten – years to complete, this is a valid question.
Initially it took me three days to consider a response, followed by weeks of considerable thought and MANY rambling conversations. The sole audience member was often my inexhaustibly patient Labrador, who winked, tail wagged and seemed interested enough to spur and encourage me on to the point at which I have now arrived.
To repeat the question: “What is the hardest thing about architecture?”
….It is the fullness of my mind; the ever stimulated senses; the thirsty creative heart; the glorious un-ending to do list of future and current projects/tasks/ideas – big, medium and small; the struggle to devote myself to it; the difficulty of getting work; registration (no you are not an architect once you graduate – and for good reason – explaining that to everyone); knowing that in my mind much of what is built is a missed opportunity to communicate, connect, etc etc.
……. the list continues……….
But for the sake of focus; the title of this blog encompasses it – My marinating elephants – familiar and unique; they are simultaneously my dear companions and thorns in my side; more than anything else, I adore them for they are mine – I now ask you, who are yours?