I read this post earlier today and since it resonates with how I have been feeling lately about work, craft and creating something lasting, I decided to post it here: These are the words and the stories I hear in the Brooklyn Bridge: enthusiasm, audacity, impossibility, and amazement. More importantly, I see a work of bare utility with a palpable sense of confidence, an equilibrium with nature, and a beauty that only grows with time. […]
Actually, this is better than that, and we're going to fund the stuff which is going to be world-class.
Five years in a design program, however, at a sufficiently respectable design school will bleed most of the color out of this person's palette and leave them crushed and vulnerable enough to fully engage the profession.