If and When were planted and Nothing grew.
Perhaps to start from the broadest view of my inspiration and a modest tribute to the planet on which I reside… a map by cartographer and architect B.J.S. Cahill depicting all seven continents with one fluidly connected projection.
This has been later adapted by Steve Waterman who “chose a specific Waterman polyhedron and central meridian to avoid interrupting land masses.” Clever Mr.Waterman.
This is me. My face is not nearly as warped… not nearly as warped as my mind, that is. This is after an entire day of working with steel and industrial welding equiptment. These were the days when I envisaged a work, and I built it with my bare hands. I took graft, sweat and sometimes burns in my stride. This was when I wore steel toe caps and overalls and got dirty and often just for fun.
Now I draw neat lines and my fingernails are rarely broken.
The work of a sculptor is not ‘difficult’.
The work of an architect is not ‘diffcult’.
But they are equally challenging in sometimes similar, sometimes very different, ways.
Welcome to my whimsically titled “design diary”.
Now lets crack open a bottle of red and start enjoying this.