“He said: ‘It’s O.K., everybody has to die. I’m here with you, let’s just focus on the now,’ ” she recalled. “He also said one of the things he had to do was finish this house, to put the windows in. We talked about going to Hawaii. He said, ‘Let’s go to Hawaii and be with God.’ In Bernd’s eye, God was beauty, God was nature, God was the flowers, the mountains, the moon and the stars, so he wanted to be outside all the time. He was not one who was going to lie in bed and die, that’s for sure.”
Fascinating and articulate read. We carry a sense of home imprinted since childhood with us from apartment to studio to house, wherever we go.
How we externalize it through design is up to us, our unique touch on an old recipe that will continue to be passed on.
Home doesn't have to be filled with just material reminders. The FEEL of a place, the essence that only we can know, is much more important. Nature, buildings, colors, woodwork, noise levels, the general hum we hear when we close our eyes. These are the elements that matter.
We reproduce in more ways than through the genes perpetuating our lineage. A sense of self carries on simply because of our presence.