Sunday, 2 May 2010

Pooh and Daniel

In just over 48 hours I was taken to a place that I can assure you, I don’t like going to, neither do I believe that I will be able to avoid it again. Like a bear to honey, or be it, the one bear, whinney the poo to honey, I will arrive at this point with absolute certainty. The sheer disgusting and totalitarian state of exhaustion got the better of me on Thursday. After spending two nights at a university library, working, clicking, deliberating, nursing another can of cancer giving stimulant, weary eyes started to close, hands started to twitch on their own accord, and ever surface began to look more comfortable than a 5 star king sized, turned bed with a chocolate on top, preferably a rolo chocolate. And to what avail, well, a sheet of mediocre work that Tigger himself could have produced with a pencil nailed to his tail with him bouncing around like a kid on E.

The evening however turned into something more successful, more honest to the stories of pooh, piglet and donkey. Tired, distressed, agitated, and a little sweaty from the disgustingly warm environments of our critting environments, I took an adventure, with brother in lead, to the cultural and historical depths of Exhibition road, South Ken. Our final destination would be to the Geology Centre for a talk by an architectural great, Daniel Liebeskind. I won’t even attempt to regurgitate the things he said, or jest at the points he was trying to make. And yes I was listening! Get the video, watch it, love it, watch it again, buy his book, then watch it again, then tell everyone, then watch it with them, and then bask in his delayed glory….for a second, then realise that his style is the same….everywhere….everywhere…in-fact, yeah, everywhere, bud sod it, I will be shallow just this once and enjoy his architecturally stunning sculptures, and I think you should to.

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