Miscellaneous , odds and ends of my time at YSoA

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Robin Evans claims in his essay “Not to be Used for Wrapping Purposes” that Peter Eisenman shields his work from critique and scrutiny by protecting it, legitimizing it, and animating it through writing. Evans suggests that this shield is composed of “technical terms that suck the meaning out of any sentence.”

Furthermore, Eisenman miscontextualizes his architecture by aligning it with the prestige of mathematics, linguistics, and philosophy. Evans argues that eisenman work is not dynamic, even though it’s writing claims to be. This is argued more broadly, applying to work beyond Eisenman.

This drawing depicts the confusion and the camouflage that Evans would say cloaks Eisenmans architecture. House 3 is static, while the words are dancing.

NOT TO BE USED FOR WRAPPING PURPOSES. Peter Eisenman: Fin d'Ou T Hou S Author(s): Robin Evans
Source: AA Files , Autumn 1985, No. 10 (Autumn 1985), pp. 68-78

“Strangers in the Stall”

Some might say my bathroom is forgettable. Chipped checkerboard tiles meet an off-white wainscoted wall abruptly and without composure. It has cracks, stains, and faint smells of the last tenant’s cigarettes. Some might notice the hole in the ceiling where the fan used to be, and the newer hole next to it. Stodgy, they might say.

But for me, my bathroom is my safe space. In my otherwise unpredictable life as a wheelchair user, it is my guardian—constant, consistent, devoid of barriers. It’s there for me when I most need it. Beyond its two-inch white cased door lies a world of unequal negotiations: a broken record reverberating doors too narrow, sinks too high, stranger in the stall, and strangers who stare.

Just past its peel-and-stick veneer vanity is a daily routine of required calculations: Where is the nearest accessible stall? Will the handle lock? Can I get in? Can I get there on time? In that uncertainty, my own bathroom becomes something larger than its off-white, wainscoted walls. Maybe it’s my friend that listens, an ally, a partner in crime—a space systematically curated not to test my limits, but to affirm them.

Some might say my bathroom is forgettable, but for me, it is my most cherished space.

Paprika! GI Issues

Volume 13, Issue 00December 4, 2025

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