My ease of experiencing the eye candy of buildings emotional reactions, and the intellectual opinions inspired by "utility" oriented structures has been with me for as long as I can remember. My [design / build] contribution to the visual landscape has a much shorter run. It found heathly roots in my pedagogical reactions to COVID.
Growing up, Mom tried to sell me on the importance of knowing the names of furniture - she fancied herself as an interior designer and antiques and restorer - colonial / American folk. Names like Barcelona, Wassily, or Eames were tossed around with such frequency as "Meta", "Amazon", or "Google". As a preteen, I certainly didn't care, had no interest.
With excess time and materials, solutions can creap in sideways; they are rough, unfinished, and regularly an unexpected surprise.
I've been a room rearranger since elementary school, perhaps in efforting an iota of personal control. My origin story of interiors was fueled by "my needs"; it wasn't until I started considering organizational solutions aligned with another's needs.
Whether able to [consciously] articulate interior qualities or not, all [interior] designs alter one's life experience.
I grew up in 5th thru 9th grade in Ann Arbor, MI. Two elements that have stuck with me: the spray painted rock - folk painted it weekly & "The Cube" designed by Tony Rosenthal.
I've only developed two [delivery] elemnts, within my COVID reaction: one for paint & one for video.
