Role Model

My female generation has no role models. We get to do try and error and define our own paths. We started as we did not know what it takes or how hard it is. In the middle of the way we did not know if there is light at the end of the tunnel. We had to once again question everything, and do not take anything as a clear answer. Our mothers were devoted. But did not prepare us for what we were supposed to go through, to immigrate and live a fully independent life with completely different standards and applicable strategies. We had to find out for ourselves, whether it works or not. We are just the first generation doing it at a more dominant scale. Going out of the cave. We talk and laugh at our mistakes. And talk about the journey, the exploration.

What it took American and European female generation to go through in at least forty years, happened to us over night and it had to only take us a few years to adopt. From outside it looks like watching a movie in an accelerated mode. We had to learn it all and pretend we know where we are heading at until we do. But as it goes, it feels better and better, it‘s something you built up for yourself from scratch with no prototypes. It’s something rooted and original, something that only we could do.

And that all reminds me of Kamran Afshar Naderi and a groomy late afternoon, in his class of contemporary architecture critics, “Renzo Piano says, In design process, if you know already what the project will look like, the ultimate outcome, that is not worth designing, it’s only when you do not know where the process will end up at, that it’s worth going through the process.”


* One of the world's most unconventional architects, the architect of Sydney Opera House.