"Either dead or alive or in a million pieces."

As we begin to wrap up our first semester-- the time has flown by- we begin to see the correlation between our effort & work. We're progressing towards new ideas still developing into the greater scope of what we hope to achieve. All those hours sketching, sanding, tediously drawing construction lines, & fighting exhaustion will one day pay off. We're inspired daily by something-- or someone- and have to properly direct the inspiration into tangible mediums. During an informal desk crit today, our professor told us the story of a seeing eye dog that kind of put things into perspective:

Have you ever been to the Port Authority bus station? It's fucking CRAZY! I have a full field of vision & I could barely find my terminal. But, I watched this seeing eye dog walk his owner to the correct spot despite the amped up level of activity. You guys should be like the seeing eye dog; as the work increases its need to 'sweat', force that activity upon the model. As the level of work increases, you need to increase the amount of precision & work you put in.

This advice felt like another turning point in what I have personally dubbed a "transition period" in my college career. Much like when I moved here, the need to shed that "newness" skin has arrived. I feel that we must constantly push ourselves-- no matter what we're striving towards/for- to fully realize the notion of Beauty in our temporal, often esoteric worlds. We must constantly mine, filter, & push the limits of what we find inspiring. Wasted potential has plagued our generation as a whole for quite some time now; I'm tired of being wrapped up in "the Spectacle" & truly want to return to "the Oneness" (Thank you, Mr. Zak Loyd).