I crave contact and direct haptic feedback from the world, seeking it far beyond my nominal area of expertise. I engage passionately in discussions with others, even (or perhaps especially) with those I disagree with. I observe the world curiously but critically, chomping at the bit to find flaws in established frameworks. When observation is insufficient, I will data into existence through trials and experiments that answer my questions. My mind is not to be nourished passively, but is instead to consume with verve and vigour.
The gardener
My ideas are flowers that have but to bloom. The seeds are planted – or perhaps they were there all along. Like all things that grow, they require space, calm and quiet. The winding streets of old European towns suit my mood. I stroll them aimlessly, garbed in robes of unrushed, idle whimsy. I lounge on park benches, dwelling not on my work but on the beautiful blue sky. I admire the pots and plants at a café; I pause occasionally to jot thoughts down as they float by me. Insight will come when it is willed. All in good time.
The artist
I glow with insight as much as with the burning desire to give it tangible form. I spend long nights drawing diagrams and stringing symbols together. My thoughts – as clear as they seemed in my mind – alight blemished and imperfect on the page. I seek a complete picture, a perfected image. Thus, documenting my work becomes a dual act of testimony and creation, recursing over each other. After all, what is thought without its expression?
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This work was done as part of the MATS 9.1 extension program, mentored by Richard Ngo.
The dialectician
I crave contact and direct haptic feedback from the world, seeking it far beyond my nominal area of expertise. I engage passionately in discussions with others, even (or perhaps especially) with those I disagree with. I observe the world curiously but critically, chomping at the bit to find flaws in established frameworks. When observation is insufficient, I will data into existence through trials and experiments that answer my questions. My mind is not to be nourished passively, but is instead to consume with verve and vigour.
The gardener
My ideas are flowers that have but to bloom. The seeds are planted – or perhaps they were there all along. Like all things that grow, they require space, calm and quiet. The winding streets of old European towns suit my mood. I stroll them aimlessly, garbed in robes of unrushed, idle whimsy. I lounge on park benches, dwelling not on my work but on the beautiful blue sky. I admire the pots and plants at a café; I pause occasionally to jot thoughts down as they float by me. Insight will come when it is willed. All in good time.
The artist
I glow with insight as much as with the burning desire to give it tangible form. I spend long nights drawing diagrams and stringing symbols together. My thoughts – as clear as they seemed in my mind – alight blemished and imperfect on the page. I seek a complete picture, a perfected image. Thus, documenting my work becomes a dual act of testimony and creation, recursing over each other. After all, what is thought without its expression?
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This work was done as part of the MATS 9.1 extension program, mentored by Richard Ngo.