So, my final review went well. Way way way better than expected…considering the fact that my project was about half finished (on paper). The jury was a perfect end to a long beginning. This is cheesy, but it really was that moment when everything, all of the sudden just clicked and suddenly, it was okay that I had just put myself through nearly 8 months of agony. Only 8 more days to go (and 2 years after that). But first I have to write a paper…
and stop reading my diagrams like Ouija boards
and make floor plans
and find something in between boring and messy
and obviosly not forget about the human scale
okay…back to Jean Nouvel and Richard Sennett and somehow fitting identity and and theatrical space and the role of the actor and the audience and the city into 3000 words…by noon….
