In these times we are often thinking of the walls which shelter us. We have shared this house for over 35 years and prior to that, we inhabited it with others in our family. It was the last house my grandfather designed and built, it was to be his retirement home. Completed it at the end of World War II, it has undergone a few additions, but the classic simplicity and beauty of the original lay-out by this Swedish craftsman stand evident to all who enter and those of us who have had the pleasure of residing here.

There are times when this dwelling has threatened to overcome either our emotional, our physical or our financial limits. We have fleeting moments when we long for wings and simplicity, but we remain tethered and anchored in the warmth of our nest. The fires of southern California struck and we all attempted to put our walls into perspective. I do know that we are not the brick and mortar but the spirit of our houses. Tom started doing these dwellings and they evolved. We wanted a rich patina to suggest the spirit within, so we layered and glazed the porcelain. These structures have cracks and windows and wires and lines to suggest all of the connections that are actually in our lives, but not visible in the actual facade of our walls to the rest of the world. Spirit houses, dwellings, abodes...some sprouting wheels... We packed our bags, but we didn't have to go this time.