tonight's episode of turning the quintessential potato sack into couture was such an amazing turnout of awesome (dare i say my favorite runway of all time). but i just loved it even more because when i was in architecture school, i had a project where i had to make a sculpture from any material and it just so happened that i chose burlap. i took about eleven sacks of burlap and sculpted them with starch and spray adhesive and gave them form although they were empty. i hung them in a room where the light filtered through them and "brought them to life". it was the first time that felt like i really created art and knew i made the right decision to pursue architecture at an art school. when i first started at cca (formerly called california college of arts and crafts and now california college of the arts), i was so lost about how to tap into the mind of an artist. i had no clue what to do when they said "make a painting from an experience on the train", or "design a building from a newspaper article". i was eighteen and had yet to discover the soul of the creative genius trapped inside of me. today, it's so hard for me to abandon what art school taught me - little did i know that the real world functions on something completely opposite. today i fight tooth and nail to uphold design or think about how composition, color, and texture affect a piece of work.
too bad the working for the navy is like being lost in a sea of concrete blocks and beige paint.
