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 and after an additional two weeks of considerable thought and rambling conversations I have arrived here.
The summation of my exploration thus far is simple – to me –
The hardest thing about architecture – 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?