They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.
In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.
The interior of the house personifies the private world; the exterior of it is part of the outside world.
For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.
An interior is the natural projection of the soul.
Exile is terrible to those who have, as it were, a circumscribed habitation; but not to those who look upon the whole globe but as one city.
I am this space my body believes in.
I'm not interested in placing my signature on a house but would rather it be a signature of the place it's located.
I was thinking recently about the popularity of TV shows about people shopping for houses. I wonder if part of their appeal is the chance to vicariously imagine our lives playing out in a variety of spaces. We have a sense that the shape and style of our dwellings affects the shapes of the lives that unfold within them.
I'm a coastal person. I grew up in Long Island and lived in San Diego. I felt landlocked in Pittsburgh. Psychically, it just wasn't the place for me.
People are not recognisable, but places have to be recognisable.
Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart.
