everything changes with intention
why
once art values function over aesthetic,
it is no longer art
i don't agree with this
but i find it interesting
harmony is still art
grace
i miss everyone i have ever met
- pilgrim
social dreams
people are afraid to be different nowadays
we used to be so interesting
now we're all grey
every problem has a cost-optimized solution
the cheapest way out of it all
but there is no emotion, no feeling
it may be well designed
but it is not great design
i will never know
some things many things every thing
but i am willing to believe
grief is losing them but also
losing a part of you
the you when you were around them
grief is finding that part of you again and becoming whole
time heals
in 15,000 years, we have invented nothing
- picasso
would you wait your whole life for the right opportunity or settle for something less
i don't think i would
you will do great things
i always like odd ways to present information
convention is never the best result
my portfolio is who i am
above you, below zero
embrace your surroundings
purpose built limitation
and to understand that
you are at risk of losing it all
because your life is meant to take that turn
no matter if you believe in destiny or not
that is true
you are worth it
you are worthy of love
nothing you can buy with money is permanent
but if you can make something feel a way
an emotion a feeling
its priceless
you are never entirely ready for anything
in science and tech
there is always the best solution
the best is objective
in culture
there is no best art no best choice
taste is shaped by aesthetic
contingent
subjective
but most importantly
it is tangible
you can sell taste
if i do something, it's because:
i'm selfish
it’s a good idea (obviously)
promise
destiny
closure
care
love
i believe in equality, in peace, that every human is as alive as anyone else
there is no evil unless you create it
whatever choice you make is irrelevant to me
unless it is relevant to me and me specifically
most people will never get to make that decision
my biggest flaw is that
i am no different from who i hate
we’ve got 100 years. we’re one race. one civilization. we’re a blip in the existence of the universe, yet we’re constantly trying to pull each other down
- ye
i think i may have peaked in ideas
love is someone else holding you up
you only realize it was heavy after
once you do you can’t live without it
many things are love
what am i proud of
what will i be proud of
i hate
flat walls
cold floors
sharp corners
industry
the idea of door frames is a constraint
i hate
windows
artificial light
we keep ourselves safe from the nature that created us
we hide from our true selves
scared to face yesterday, today, tomorrow
we’ve made our world so dull
bring back the color
bring back the life
bring back the soul
modern earth
built to balance numbers on a spreadsheet
there are no mistakes, just happy accidents
learn to forgive yourself
there will be people who believe in your ideas
and people who don't
never distance yourself from people who don't
explore your surroundings
take away your fear
then you can do anything