The creative chatter visited again this weekend. I have been working on one of my “Modest Mansion” home designs off and on. The project probably started about 4-5 years ago. As you can see looking at its inception on the right it was nothing earth shocking. The experience is comparable to composing lyrics in a bar on a bar napkin (see inception)
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Off and on over the years I would bring out the file. It was here in the second draft (a second level) that I must have decided that the home would be contemporary in design, a second story added for studios and a large open flat roof space to live outdoors. The home would be situated on a lake.
It looks like things took a serious turn in this next draft (Manipulation). The detail is beginning to formulate. I design using the least space possible to live the largest. It is here where I begin to layout the way I propose to live. This is where the “heart begins to beat”. This is where I begin to get excited.Double click the photo
Further and further I manipulate. An entire day can go by in what seems to be hours. Looking through the file I learn that by the time I complete this next drawing I have a stack of at least 10 drafts. Each one looking at the space from a different dimension. After this unsuccessful draw, the file is put away again. The chatter once more no longer clear. I realize that I am stuck on this design. In the past, by now the picture would have held substance. Maybe what is holding me back is the uncertainty of if it will be built by me.
Last weekend it all began again… the chatter that is. I needed to bring out the file. Once more I needed to mentally articulate on paper what had formulated in my mind, fearing I would lose the visual forever. The outcome is my best work on this project to date…yet “still” not done.
So today I put the old, tattered, growing file away as I have done so many times before. Again…I wait until the chatter returns. 031814