72. Don’t write, just do

I want to write and put into the record what I’m thinking about, but my mind just doesn’t seem to be there. The funny thing is that I want to write about, in light of the nature of the two artists I posted last week, how maybe art could help me control the chaotic and overwhelming flow of information that I’ve always been a slave to. How the constant shifting between different areas of study and interest has paralyzed me, preventing me from ever finishing anything or gaining any momentum in my life. I feel like my mind’s fighting against me trying to reconcile it through writing.

Instead, I finished a little project this weekend. Nothing too astounding, other than the fact that I stuck long enough to finish it. It’s a model of the Chrysler building from the book Origami Architecture (it’s not origami, not even close, but whatever). I had to cut out over 3000 identical windows. I found the repetitiveness quite comforting. It turned out quite well.

The model turned out great, but I almost regretted putting the pieces together. I found that I’m more attracted to the deconstructed look. There’s something to the order and the repetitiveness of the pieces all laid out.