I Don't Know Whose Box I'm In,

I Don't Know Whose Box I'm In, And I Don't Really Care.

Generally People Are Afraid. They Pretend They Aren’t; It’s Part Of The Denial. We’re All Part Of It. As Much As We Pretend Otherwise, We Want What’s Comfortable, And We’re Afraid Of The Different. We’re Afraid Of Change. It Happened In Los Angeles, Too, When The First Models Of Disney Hall Were Shown. You Should Have Heard The Outcry From The Public, Critics And Press. It Was Called “broken Crockery,” “outlandish” And Blah Blah Blah. Of Course Now The Feeling Is Different.

I'm Preprogrammed Emotionally And Intellectually Not To Go Down Blind Alleys. I Don't Waste The Time. I Automatically Edit Out Whatever's Impractical.

An Architect Is Given A Program, Budget, Place, And Schedule. Sometimes The End Product Rises To Art - Or At Least People Call It That.

You Never Build The Perfect Building. Only Allah Is Perfect. Life Is Such. You Make Decisions On Conclusions, Then Some Guy Invents Something Else And The World Changes. That's Comforting. There's No One Way To Use Museums, No One Way To Do Art. That Also Means There Is No One Way To Build Museums.