19: Which of the four would you be: Photographer, Painter, Writer, or Architect?
I couldn’t be a painter. I dislike art and everything about it, I think primarily because of the notion of meaning being open to interpretation. Why not just say what you mean, in a language that we all speak, and there’ll be no ambiguity and we can stop going on and on about it? Life’s confusing enough without hanging it on the wall and debating it.
Architecture’s the most closely related to my line of work - close enough, in fact, for all manner of rivalries and snobberies to be in place. As a proud Mechanical bod, I could never cross the line from fabulously functional plant and pipes and ducts into airy-fairy aesthetics and common-or-garden structural nonsense. Oh dear me, no.
I love writing (as testified by the amount of time I spend on here), and 98% of the time it’s self-indulgent twaddle that helps me to unpack my head and make sense of my world. The idea of transforming that process from a hobby into a “have-to” is like cutting one of my life-rings loose and replacing it with an irate wolverine. No thank you.
Imagine being a wildlife photographer, though, and getting up close and personal with all manner of creatures that most people can only dream of meeting. There’d be a few narrow escapes, of course, narrow enough to get the blood pumping but hopefully no bodily damage. Even taking pictures of trees and plants and algae would be cool - and maybe doing some good conservation-wise with them, that would be the cherry on the cake.
Last updated November 19, 2020