So I have this website. In fact, you’re reading it right now. It’s on a social media blog that desperately requires time and continual posting to generate any conversation. However at this point this blog…well It’s inevitably not a blog. At this very moment on this dark, yet noisy, Sunday night, I think to myself that maybe to document absolutely every feeling, sketch, photograph and idea that I generate would prove to be valuable, not only to me, but people in the same position as me.
It’s my fourth and final year of University. How it passed so quickly I will never know. It feels like yesterday I was trying to make friends and understand how to create a workable schedule; a schedule where three classes didn’t overlap and end at 10pm. I put up with hour-long commutes for three years because I loved school so much. Literally sometimes in tears when some of my projects were thrown out. Now I’m putting together my thesis. I’m only 21, technically speaking, because I have the mentality, naivety and hopelessness of a 12 year old. I’ll let you know that I’m nervous. Potential employers might disregard me and my work at the sight of that statement. But I’m glad to be nervous. I suppose that means I give a shit. I’d be worried if I wasn’t nervous. Thesis is the time to apply everything I have ever found important and relevant over the past three years to my architectural intervention. The hard part is knowing what to use and what information to eliminate. My courses in political criticism and feminism were not my favourite so I might exclude that.
I want it all on here. I want my process here. I want to see how I grew. What made me angry a specific day, what excited me the next. What information brought me to that conclusion? How did the concept influence the form? Where did my concept spring from? I need this to be the story, compiled of experiences taken from the last three years. I want this to be about something I’m passionate about. If I’m not passionate about the project, I can’t expect for my client to reciprocate any attachment or excitement for the project. I’ve made it this far. All my peers have as well. I want us all to succeed. I love every single one of them with all my heart. We are a talented bunch of ubber creative individuals and I don’t think I tell myself that enough. As long as we try, our thesis projects have the opportunity to be incredible.
So cheers to the next 28 weeks and good luck to myself. Hopefully when thesis has been completed I can look back at this post and smile thinking about how silly I was to feel so distraught, clueless, nervous and lost. However I hope the excitement I feel will follow me the whole year.
I’ve been thinking a lot today :)