Because You Could
Insomnia again, old friend, letting the mind motor run wild.
Sure, the current political landscape continues to be draining, and a bother, but let us once more delve into that world that I am finally once more allowed to embark, embellish upon.
So now I write again, trying to get a pattern, trying to once more establish process.
Instead, I sat spellbound by a realization, a curiosity of our time this morning between tossings, looking at the phone, pondering the connections of the world. "Because they could," was a phrase that jumped out at me this morning, particularly in once more gandering at Thomas Heatherwick's Zeitz MOCCA.
There is no treatise, no test of a hypothesis, no "call your shot before you take it, make it", no essence at its base. Heatherwick appears to simply to have grabbed a pallet knife, and a nearby mass , then turned to the nearest engineer and instructed them to "figure out how to do that." Its enchanting, fascinating, makes for an incredible space....yet at its base, what is it? They are amazing projects, certainly, and it is curious if these items will last longer than twenty-five, or fifty years. Is it merely sculpture: form attempting to elicit a singular response?
Is it still just boys whipping their dicks out, to wave at traffic? I continue to hope not.
The same issues that swirl around Frank Ghery's continued work, or of the wonderful projects I've also been put upon. Two snakes swirling round themselves: wonderful, delightful: now make the stair shaft work.
Get it done.
Because you can, because you could: because you damn well should.
Yet at the moment, all I can do is sit and ponder, to ponder.