One of my passions in life (besides design) is motorcycle riding. It’s my muse, my creative spark. When I tell people I ride you usually get one of the following replies:
“You must be crazy”
“I know someone who was killed in a motorcycle accident”
They don’t get it; don’t understand how something perceived to be dangerous could be so enjoyable.
When I tell people I’m an architect I usually get one of the following responses:
“You build buildings”
“You must be good at math”
Sometimes someone will say you “design buildings”. But very few non-architects get it, understanding that, at our core, we’re creative forces with the ability to see the invisible, connect dots no one else sees, to “create” something from nothing.
And the creative process that’s fuels our work more often than not sets the tone for the way we live our life. Searching, questioning, dreaming.
How lucky are we?