I think about houses a lot. I day dream about them a lot too. I grew up in a really poor family and we always lived in apartments or duplexes or rented places. We never had a house that was ours that we could etch our heights in the wood or carve our names in the closet, paint the walls. We always had to be careful not to scuff up the floor or ruin the carpet. I have always thought that some day I would have a house in my life where those things would become part of the history of life and of the house. I live in a city in an apartment now. And I guess, there are so many ways to have a house. My friend Sara wants to live in a tree house. I don’t blame her, it would really fun to live in one.
My Dream Fort,
I’d love to live here, in this house below that is surrounded by trees and greenery. This is actually a photo of Henry Varnum Poor’s house. It is called Crow House and is located just outside of New York City.
This is the studio of Henry Varnum Poor. He founded Skowhegan and was a crafstman, painter, architect, and designer among many other things.
When I was a little girl there were these houses not far form where we lived that were built on stilts and shaped like mushrooms. My brother and I called them the mushroom houses and I wanted to live in one of them. This is a picture of one of them!
Dee you know I love houses too. I already had the first image — your dream fort — on my desktop but can’t remember where I found it.
Check out the work of Maureen Gallace when you get the chance — here is an article I found the other day
http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/seen_and_not_seen1/