Conformation of ritual process acknowledged or misinterpreted. Genius or Idiot, depends on the way I am described. Talking about the act of Drawing seems to confirm my doubts about transferable skills. Not that the skills are defunct. Archaic perhaps, excessively under podcastable, potentially these are irrationally useful but they never actually transfer since they are ludicrously rhizomic. Today is history in my spectrum of visible and invisible energy sources (mostly heat and light). White light confirms that all light sources are on and shining. Something hiding beneath a Fedora declares the downsizing of tuition, the fiscallational relationship between geographical and cyber academia. Semantically begging Beezelbub to remain beneath the Hat, the walking wounded agree that education is about choice now.
We are here to teach others to learn for themselves according to the thing that mistook another thing for his wife's hat. The work process is the lifestyle process (say the naysayers). Working from measured drawings I conjure a strategy, I ascertain the brief: Lunch is postponed, the weather is "unpredictable". I'm going there anyway if they want to come and speculate. The rain is indeed heavy, the surface tension of the aluminium furniture produces huge jewel-like drops of raindrop. The chairs are used to signal the blocked channel of social ceremonies, conversation from an inclined tipped up chair would be intolerable alone, never mind the weather.
