How accidental our existences are, really, and how full of influence by circumstance.

The room is the beginning of architecture.

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.

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

The person of old had the same brilliance of mind that we assume we have now. But that which made a thing become manifest for the first time is our great moment of creative happening.

Even a brick wants to be something

Design is not making beauty, beauty emerges from selection, affinities, integration, love.