ON DESIGN

For most of my life, art making was my writing. Drawing, designing, building — the work carried the thought and that was enough.

Words came later. Gradually, and not by plan. I even missed the blogging trend — which, looking back, was probably fine.

What changed was the desire to be more precise about the knowledge I had accumulated over twenty years of practice. Not just to show what I knew but to examine it. Writing turned out to be useful for that in a way I didn't expect. It forces everything my brain has collected — the problems, the observations, the patterns noticed across hundreds of homes — to organize itself into something coherent. It also made me a better communicator with the people I work with, which matters when a drawing alone can't capture how a home needs to work for the people inside it.

What I write is short. Pieces about design, about how people live in their spaces, about what years of careful observation teach you. Not for the writing itself — there are far more qualified people for that — but for what the writing clarifies.