Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.
Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
A couple of weeks ago I saw several artists spewing vitriol on an acquaintance’s post because it was illustrated with an AI-generated image. As an artist, I can understand their frustration. But those artists-against-AI-art rants leave me shrugging and shaking my head. To specify, I’m writing about situations when AI-generated art is used by folks […]
One characteristic that played a key role in my Autism diagnosis is my “vibrant inner life.” And I find imagination and intuition to be closely related, if not conjoined at the birth of awareness.
The impact of Mom’s death – the sudden absence of a person who’s always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
ALL ABOUT ENLIGHTENMENT 
So what has more value – the fire or the shelter? In the illustration both are temporary… If I saw someone doing this I would think they were leaving on a long journey. But now that I’ve been doing work on my house (myself) I realize that the way our homes are put together does not make a lot of sense. They are designed to fail. They work if they’re built properly… but how many people have homes that are built properly?