Closing update – there is alignment; attorneys, construction manager, customer service agents, sales reps, building manager are now all reciting the same thing… “any day now”. These folks are touting the party line like a group of right wing politicians only commitmented to one thing… themselves! Save the plumber, no one seems to know why he (or she) hasn’t submitted the proper forms to the Department of Buildings, as this appears (in a David Copperfield sorta way) to be the missing link to satisfying the requirements for the CofO… the saga continues.
“To some degree, to be creative you have to be selfish.”
Last week my homeFREEness brought me to Manhattan, a well-appointed bachelor’s dwelling with doormen that recognize you by name within 24 hrs of your arrival. Thanks NT!
Columbus circle is an interesting part of the city for me. A place that serves as a point of reference for a span of my life that was carefree and open. The accelerated elevator ride seemed to catapult me through carefully constructed stories as time offered flashbacks of prior purposeful practice of naughty altitude rides serving as the prerequisite of pleasure beyond the sliding doorway. A time when rushing to consume slowly was part of a spontaneously scripted moment. Simple dinners digressed into the passionate thrill of redefining a lady in the men’s room; labeled dessert.
It was an extended moment shortly after my divorce, an instance that required solo trips to foreign places not specifically to find familiar companionship but not rejecting the invitation either. I was a bachelor whichever way you choose to describe it and being back in this building was a great opportunity to reflect on why I creatively constructed that space that now contradicts a new set of architectural requirements. “In order to have a Queen, you must be a King.” The balance of behaviors dictates the desired outcomes. Erecting a new opportunity in my life with antics of passionate playfulness not as some scripted selfish moment but rather a single complex dimension of the many facets of my expression of love and commitment.
Both the client and chief architect of my own existence, creating spaces to play in, while pretending to provide more left me with a compromised foundation for only temporary relationships. Creating a bachelor’s space was easy. Consider variety, fill with thoughtful accouterments; staples and surprises. Position the robe of resistance as a dare to the challenge of absolved contribution. Some considered, many did not, only those who believed change was in their favor or those who left their moral compass in the doorway of former lovers participated; the longest was short lived, the deepest amongst them played only in shallow areas. Playing in this space made for exciting memories, which were the only things that truly remained. These memories, references points if you will, now allow me to contemplate a more comprehensive design for supporting relationships. The desire to strike a design cord with contributing and consuming by owning the perspective of proprietor and patron has become my goal. And while odd; failed attempts serves as regulations to a blueprint for something of greater value; something symbiotic and lasting; true foundation.
Most will agree that form and function are the bare elements of good design; one would want to seek inspiration to inform both. A voice, an embrace, a piece of writing, a smile, a policy, position, purpose or passion. Simply those things that one would want to experience as many times as that design efforts allows. The dignity of simplicity that evokes feeling, honesty, TRUTH. Consider the how that painting, sculpture, book or faucet can inspire one to build a space to admire and showcase meaningful items. My inspiration for a new relationship design? Longevity within Intimacy. My regulation? Compassionate honesty.
