To Walk Between Worlds
I liked what you said, about becoming a person who can walk between worlds. I find that when I am mobile, I can be most authentically myself, without being constantly reminded of who I am based on the objects that I surround myself with. The clothes on my back, a camera and my brain, my eyes to see the world, and legs to take me. Lungs to breathe, and hair to style. All these things are important to me, which is why I need to take care of myself.
I spent a lot of time in my box apartment in Tokyo. I need to find a way to keep breaking free, and not be stuck there. I spent a lot of time in a 4 walled room in Brooklyn, Lower East Side as a remote worker. But it is when I am finally in-movement, that is when the brain starts to find new connections.
We will meet at the park this week. A free, open space, with no walls, a flowing brick landscape, with layers of history. We are living artists on a canvas stretched across the city. A rendezvous at the Brooklyn Banks.
To walk between worlds, to have both doors open is tough. But I wonder if it is possible. To be truly freelancing in the world as an architect, thinker, whatever. To try and let the situation inform me, which cap to put on at any given moment. Does it wish me to be a musician at this moment, in this living room? Or a writer on a park bench at West 4th? A botanist, travelling down the coast of Tokyo to Kanagawa? A translator between two languages, two feelings, so opposite that a mediator is necessary?
I liked what you said, about becoming a person who can walk between worlds. I find that when I am mobile, I can be most authentically myself, without being constantly reminded of who I am based on the objects that I surround myself with. The clothes on my back, a camera and my brain, my eyes to see the world, and legs to take me. Lungs to breathe, and hair to style. All these things are important to me, which is why I need to take care of myself.
I spent a lot of time in my box apartment in Tokyo. I need to find a way to keep breaking free, and not be stuck there. I spent a lot of time in a 4 walled room in Brooklyn, Lower East Side as a remote worker. But it is when I am finally in-movement, that is when the brain starts to find new connections.
We will meet at the park this week. A free, open space, with no walls, a flowing brick landscape, with layers of history. We are living artists on a canvas stretched across the city. A rendezvous at the Brooklyn Banks.
To walk between worlds, to have both doors open is tough. But I wonder if it is possible. To be truly freelancing in the world as an architect, thinker, whatever. To try and let the situation inform me, which cap to put on at any given moment. Does it wish me to be a musician at this moment, in this living room? Or a writer on a park bench at West 4th? A botanist, travelling down the coast of Tokyo to Kanagawa? A translator between two languages, two feelings, so opposite that a mediator is necessary?