Done

"Formerly signifying Kentucky Fried Chicken, now signifying nothing, KFC is arguably the company that has increased the sum total of suffering in the world." Eating Animals, Jonathan Safran Foer

I  just finished a grueling week.  I finished a midterm, in which I compared SF MoMA to the London National Gallery, and a term paper, on the work of Japanese architects Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa, collectively known as SANAA.  By Friday, I was completely spent, and I did notice that no matter the quantity of work, I still can get washed over with an equivalent magnitude of stress.  But I've held out this week by recalling the advice of one of my favorite illustrators, Adrian Tomine, who once remarked that to be a good artist I'd probably be turning a lot of invitations to hang out and that I should moreover be wary of artists that don't.  I'm not sure I believe in the latter, but the former is a simple enough justification.

If there's anything that has really moved me this week, it has been the music of Bill Evans.  It reminds me of a more formal background music to Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.  You know, it may as well be.  I have been wanting to write in this blog for so long, and this morning I find myself with nothing to say.

I left my journal in San Francisco, so for the past week and a half I haven't written much except architectural criticism.   Time for  a break!