Comes a time in life when all kinds of experiences shuffle into a life theme that begins to express itself over and over. That theme for me is Home and all that is related to it: Design, Architecture, Art, Spirituality, Health, Friends, Family, etc. Home is the mirrored seat of the Self. Look around yours and, to the careful witness, a story unfolds much like reading an autobiography.
Humans are highly symbolic creatures and so much is known about one another without words. Objects become a dialogue among one another and with you and those in your home. The languages are as complex as Chinese and as beautiful as a mathematical equation and they run deep and wide in the fabric of every living person.
There are people who read a Rothko and a Picasso in just a glance. In this way, I read a home.
