Creative Madhouses

The Talk-Talk, would miss A.G. I can understand the production of appreciation, but this matter, of corresponding to the category, rather than the interactivity between, misses the very basis of endeavor. At some point, the one with that connection, always challenged among the surface, strikes that chord, not so in-need of the eyes, not so in-need of the basis of understanding, endeavors among a relation that challenges the very comfort of such categorical basis. There really isn't a need for understanding in a literal way for this formation. What words could follow as the one finding difficulty relating among the surface contorts and orients minds toward matters, not so insta-friendly. 1800's, there was once a creative madman, and there wouldn't be one among our time? It's simply not possible, and yet, fortunately, thanks to a running familiarity, the fire, of such creativity still breathes. I write this considering even my expansion of key, in relation to my design, of the darker hauntology, and of the brigher voro experimentalism. People like to think, and yet, they fail to question the very construct they use...It's odd to me. To invest one's identity in relation to these matters of surface seems entirely lost to me. Still, I go along and pretend. Not as one being superior or better, but at odds, questioning, wondering, and empathizing with. I'm not too good. Rather, it's just, I find matters in the mirror hard to digest. I suspect A.G. went through the same, and articulated this among his work. Zaha Hadid, I suspect, did this too. She, her firm, from my vantage, have always been brilliant. Too bad, people still fail to recoginize these minds still influencing even after their passing. And it's odd, in the bad times, matters will emphasize the surface, so all will be political, and it becomes this threatening mattter, and, yet, to drop the category and simply step into these built environments, and to consider the influences of one's childhood among these constructs...to consider before there was a language obtained, one was out of a womb with a message, of what this life will be, of which to then work though that and attempt to soothe minds toward something a bit more connective toward, as we pass. This is what I mean. Not so literal, even among the literal. Forget this, simply take note of the kid yet to grasp the categorical splits we call langauge. Take note of how peculiar we truly are despite our plays of normalcy. Meaning there is much more to the story, and design that highlights this entire matter, is, indeed, noteworthy I think.

Just thinking stuff...

 When you get it right, do it wrong, rinse and repeat. Failings succeed, successes fail. The failings wouldn't fail. The succeed (a layering of meaning) wouldn't be success. Meaning the interactivity wouldn't involve the mirroring outcome.  Think wild strawberries in a field...