Morning spent being social with friends at the end of the year. Home now in air conditioning. It finally feels like summer now: hot and cloudless.

Docklands looking scorched. Approximately 1.19pm

A hot Australian Christmas sky over Docklands. Interesting: the iPhone 13 Pro camera doesn’t cope well with the undifferentiated blue, it is quite pixelated.

This is a real insight. I value it.

I have so few practical constraints on my creativity that to come up against a firm NO is liberating and prompting of personal insights. I DO NOT want to make films. (I am not kidding myself, I know I couldn’t make films without directorial training, money, backers, insight into the art, a natural propensity for cinema, etc. - and a host of other things I don’t have, but I truly do not want to have any of these things.)

Fantastic!

I am working out what I want to do slowly (basically over the last 50 years) by determining what I do not want to do. I loved writing those scanned pages in the café in Albert Park, with my messy, expressive handwriting - that is what I want to do! To write! Longhand, touch typing, script, copperplate - all of the above.

And drawing too. Modest aspirations, easily satisfied.

I am interested in making things, but not particularly interested in making films.

The making of films and architecture has a lot in common across both disciplines. Massive enterprises comprised of many moving parts, many collaborators, money and politics; and yet they both get attributed to individual authors.

Both lack a directness in production, they lack a hand-made component in the making. Authorship is overrated as a reward. Much better to make by hand if one wants to lead a satisfying and fulfilling life. In this way the making is more immediate, and it is less contingent on the cooperation and competence of many others.

True, the impact of what is made has less scope for exposure, but perhaps it has more relevance to those who experience it. It is certainly a case of quality over quantity.