Architect's lament
Architecture is the philosophy and psychology in between our identities and our location. This loosely translated quote is from the newly gifted book I received, called "The Architecture of Happiness" that I'm reading while I'm away from SF. For me it more or less sums up a seldom felt but nonetheless visceral experience architecture can have over you. It's as settling as looking into a Mark Rothko painting as seen on Madmen. I'm pumped for season three by the way.
What I already love about this book however is that it's putting a much needed and necessary vocabulary to an otherwise new field I admittedly still know nothing about. I'm a lot further along than I was 5 months ago however and since then, I've religiously read Architectural Digest and/ or Architectural Review. If it helps or is helping I don't know and doesn't matter. I enjoy the long reads. Nevertheless, like smelling a fine wine or looking at art, I enjoy being able to describe what I smell, see or taste technically. Sadly, it's hardly ever enough for me to enjoy the work while I've always had an interest in learning how everything works. In any case, this book reminds me of something I've encountering lately. While architecture is impactful... both good and bad. Some forums attest to the Architects lament. It's sad and somewhat ironically funny if you can't enjoy what I wholly see or look for everyday as hobby. Point being, you should enjoy the work you create, I'm just not seeing it unless you're widly successful in the field. My guess is, the industry is just very hard. I think however, somethings should be left as hobbies and although my typical progressions generally turns from novice to anything but... I think I realistically if you want to hold onto something, patience is key. As far as I can tell and as far as I've read thus far, I highly recommend this book if not for the conversation aspect of it.
