My only focus when designing a house is that it will mean something to the owner that I cannot possibly define. I can compose spaces and imagine the changing light in them, along with a sense of the acoustic and tactile qualities, but the owner must dictate colour. My own sense of home is quite different. I wrote this poem years ago… I have edited it here: ... A shadow cast is home. Under the sun, lying on the ground, the smell of the earth, song of a bird, a fleeting cloud. This is my real home, my spiritual sense of being breathes slowly, deeply. My architecture is for when it rains, when the wind blows, when darkness invades my heart, when I have been on the move and am not allowed to rest with my shadow. If I have the sun and if the night is warm, I am content in the grass. To find my shadow, my delight in my architecture, my home is to allow my soul to meet my 22 EXCERPT
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