What We Said We Wouldn't Do, Part 3.
Tuesday is my first day back from the meditation retreat. On Friday night, Greta had described to me the effect of Kriya, an ancient breathing technique to which I was new, but she has practiced before. Someone had once told her it was like taking a dirty carpet and beating it with a broom. The first night I felt fine, energetic even, but proceeding that, it was total bodily exhaustion. Enlightening an experience as it was, returning to school I felt a little bit jumbled. Tuesday morning I was fearing my meeting with Margo, I did not have much to show—other than this third iteration of a survey which still had yet to go out. At this point, I am effectively three weeks behind schedule.
In addition to this, it is my birthday. I have turned twenty two years old.
Having dozed back to sleep after my alarm went off, I am running late for class. I slip on the way to school and fall on my back. With fears of two thesis deadlines to be met, and little work to show for either, I am not off to a good start.
We divide into groups and talk about each other's projects. I am in a group with Vince, Taylor, and Vic. I get the disheartening sense that all of their work is coming along at a pace much swifter than my own, but show what I have brought in spite of it all. I get feedback on the format of my survey, and they do their best to encourage me to get it out there. I talk about how my concept has evolved from week to week, about what I see as the second round of surveys, and we talk briefly about different format for output. Before Margo comes around to me, I print out the cover letters to different designers in the area, which I have marked up for revisions (mostly typographic, but some editing of material), and show her the new surveys.
To my surprise she is excited. She gives me multiple avenues for consideration, we talk about my working on smaller projects to keep my hands moving, as I have expressed that I feel removed from the visual dimensions of my project, and she goes on her way.
This is a monumental relief to me, I feel the anxiousness I had been harboring pass through my body, and I am ready this time to finish my survey.
Later, for drafts of our third synthesis prompt (Historical Precedents), are pushed back, and I spend the night doing research.
Thursday, we have our studio visits with the curatorial team where we talk with them about our exhibition plans. I show them the three working sketches I had produced during the first three weeks (all mostly accurate, still), and describe to them how I project it to materialize. I have requested spaces on the first floor, and judging by their reactions, I am cautiously optimistic.
Because of this, we do not meet together to talk with Margo or Charles about our projects. Instead, I scour old papers to pull together a draft for the Historical Precedents section of my research, something which—at this point, exists in pages of hand-written notes and (of course), multiple mind-maps.