Dancing about architecture, writing about food



Again, eating is a means of remaining embodied, and it stands to reason that the manner of embodiment - the specific means of sustenance - imprints the bodied self.

Better: Eating puts meat on the bone, and the meat you eat (or don’t eat, presumably) indwells the meat you are.

Worse (maybe?): You can’t help but look, feel, and behave in a way that bears relation to how your fuel looks, feels, and behaves.

And then this (cue Munch, the Scream; fortissimo squall of atonal violins):

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Presumably sculpture is more of an arrangement of elements than an arranged marriage otherwise would be. Some parts fit better with others. That is, when functional fit-to-purpose locks in step with aesthetic dress-for-success, then we will make up on margin with volume. The id that rains will pour.

 

Instead of obligations embedded in generic free time, free time in Japan is exceptional condition excavated from general condition of obligation.