I Try To Create Homes, Not Houses.

Greek Architecture Taught Me That The Column Is Where The Light Is Not, And The Space Between Is Where The Light Is. It Is A Matter Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light. A Column And A Column Brings Light Between Them. To Make A Column Which Grows Out Of The Wall And Which Makes Its Own Rhythm Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light: That Is The Marvel Of The Artist.

I Just Want To Make My Last Demand In Reverence To The Work Of What Has Been Done By Architects Of The Past. What Was, Has Always Been. What Is, Has Always Been. And What Will Be, Has Always Been. Such Is The Nature Of Beginning.

The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful It Is Until After A Room Is Made.

I Sense A Threshold: Light To Silence, Silence To Light - An Ambiance Of Inspiration, In Which The Desire To Be, To Express, Crosses With The Possible Light To Silence, Silence To Light Crosses In The Sanctuary Of Art.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'