mad scientist WIP

So we had to do this assignment with a mad scientist blah blah blah show his room cluttered and the cliche was him surrounded by random junk like CRT tvs and all of that. That's kind of true if you're genius, actually; engineers who are very creative do tend to be messy). However, I wanted to have a different spin on it (even though, again, my teacher prob won't like it because he's more into animation). I was thinking of a man who was a merchant watchmaker when those were mechanical (I have a thing for really well made watches and horology in general from Sw!tzerland and Germ@ny because it satisfies the science part of my brain and the art part; they tend to be aesthetically beautiful but also really intricate and well made). The rest of the world has moved on and so he has overtaken an old foundry and transformed it into his idea of utopia. I included some of my process, wanting to keep it classical in terms of the arch!tecture, but also integrating different types of watchmaking into it; his general rest area is a clock, the furniture's legs are wristbands that sit as tripods; in one area you have to wait until the clock is at 6pm or you can't physically pass through it, etc. It's a WIP. I was thinking about this whole idea of time passing (especially as I've been into investing lately). I've always been intrigued by the concept of the world moving on and how time leaves us only with memories, and what that means to some people and the life they have built. My friend and I visited an old Bas!lica this past weekend. The priest who once was there had turned 300 the weekend before. My friend (that I went with to the Basilica) also has a past (I found out) that she sometimes refers to, but doesn't talk about much. It's clear that it was a passion of hers, and I stumbled upon some articles that even stated that she was a pioneer in that field, back in the 90s. It seems like it was a big deal at the time, with a lot of press and media. There were quiet moments during our trip on the way home and we had a lot of fun, but I wonder sometimes how our minds process these great times, knowing that they are behind us, because they replay in our memory over and over till the day we die. I haven't experienced a peak like that in my life, and I believe that it comes to everyone, but I wonder after that moment, what is on the other side. Growing older in age and with a bit of heartbreak, knowing that those times, that era is gone? M@rtha Graham spoke about this also, when she said it was painful to see younger dancers on stage doing a dance that she had performed many years ago. Anyways, enough heartbreak...