When I was a kid I had several fundamental misunderstandings. For one, I thought we lived inside the earth. I remember asking my dad, "But how do the rockets get OUT?" "Well they fly through the atmosphere," he answered. "But what about the crust? How do they break through the Earth's crust?" I wanted to know.
(This was only resolved years later.)
More thinking in the direction of the ideal studio
What if you could have the studio of your dreams? What would it look like? How would it be furnished? What kinds of tools would it have? What would you make there?
Something I've been wanting to do for a while is put some imagined studios to paper. It's fun to think about spaces I might occupy and the way those spaces might predetermine the things I make and the way the things I make might then be accessed by others.
This is the beginning. The very beginning.