The Romantic lost in a sea of banality
World views are shifting in unimaginable ways. I am a romantic. it is not a state of mind but a state of being for me. The world presents us with so much beauty I am always left stupefied and yet most of the people in this world wallow in their own and blame one another for their miserable lives when it really comes from them. Even when I am faced with a crappy day, to just feel the sun on my face and her the wind in the trees makes me realize its o.k.
We invest so much in our human constructs that we forget what the beauty and the essence of our lives really are.
In the work that I do there is always an importance of knowing my limitations and being pleased that I have come as close to possible to the perfection that the divine force created me as.
I have been corrupted by Nietzsche and Goffman. I am lost as to how to get as close as possible to perfection and not fall short of my ultimate potential. Internally I am constantly fighting a battle as to what it means to be a human and what it means to live a humanistic life. The ideas that I present in my work try to fit those two things together because there is no place for poor craftsmanship when your trying to do a sacred bidding. It is the fault of our fast life, a life always lived to fulfil the expectations of what it means to be alive. Fast food, fast sex, fast houses and fast clothes. It makes me depressed to think that mine is the last generation to remember sleeping in the heat of the southern summer on a sleeping porch listening to the sound of a river. I understand that these things may not seem common but for me they were formative and to deny humanity those formative experiences is upsetting.
I get a snicker out of the idea of fashion and fashion bloggers. What is the need to blog about a handbag that you may want if you never leave your house and spend all day blogging about people who do. Anyone working in design has an obligation to better the lives of the people using their creations. Modernism ruined what it means to engage an object or a setting or a building. It stripped us of our humanity. Over one hundred years after the publishing of Ornament and crime we have been sold the idea of boxes upon boxes to clean our mind but inversely create a no space where we are lost to our place in the world, our experience becomes the same it becomes a creepy manifestation of democracy.
We yell preach and blame but at the end of the day it is our passagio in this life. We were put here to enjoy it. Functionality works even with a flower shaped door handle.
Modernisms lack of consideration of what it means to live. It has left us hallow shells.It has removed us from the cycle of life; placed into a coffins of brick and sealed picture windows at birth.