Thinking about a career

I accomplished very little on Saturday. It was essentially an empty day. Sunday was much better. I met Aunt Lynn's friend Mary at her East Village apartment to talk about the possibility of house/tortoise sitting. Her apartment was excellent, big and spacious, great location, and filled with so much personality. It was exactly what the apartment of an artist should be: a plethora of collected objects and created things, layered throughout the apartment such that nothing seems to ever be in the exact same place. You might have a general idea where one thing is, but since you last saw it, it has traded spots with some of its friends. Everything invites closer inspection and wants to tell you a story, and it doesn't matter if it is a true story or not.

I think this is an excellent way for a career to be shaped. Projects like layers of ideas, telling many stories. And objects (both made and unmade), waiting for discovery. A career doesn't need to appear as a cohesive volume of work, like an encyclopedia of a life. I think it is better to be an apartment full of stories, with something new to find each time you look. I suppose this means that an architect whose career is presented in volumes of work is really being misrepresented. Or under-represented. Not sure if there is an answer here.