Well, well. I just had to put this house on my blog. Poetry of all shapes appeals to me. This house, exterior and interior, speaks to me like a wildly inventive, fun and bubbly children's poem. The image I first saw was that of the living room with the leaf shaped windows, and I just felt a whoosh of joyful childishness. How fun would it be to grow up in a house like this? I do like straight lines and clean surfaces, but oh! do I enjoy the leaf motif - the feeling of it is spreading through my body as I write this; organic and bendy and natural and supple.
This kind of enthusiasm tells me that the child I was, enthralled by fairy tales and convinced of the magic of forests and landscapes, still lurks within. The happiness evoked by these images is in direct contact with my young side, that is, me as a child. Which puts everything about the linearity of time and the reliability of chronometers to the test.