I wonder how often people choose what should be beautiful and what should be ignored. What is the impetus to make things beautiful?
I hated taking the drafting class I needed for interior design. It was the most unforgiving medium I had worked with. If I started a blueprint a sixteenth of an inch off the mark, I had to rip up the drafting paper and start all over again. Working with ink was worse. At least pencil lines could be erased, but the ink just glared at me and taunted me: “You have to start ALL overrrr.”
Still, I was fascinated with observing the other students in the classroom context. Next to me, a young woman effortlessly drafted the most exquisite plan and elevation for a classical style living room. A student behind me was working on the design of a modern office suite. Others worked with the same diligence and ease to create beautiful rooms. I continued to do the best I could despite the constant erasures and drips of ink.
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