No hill in line. No tree in front. No john above. No wet beneath.
No mirrored hall or bush too tall, no stove with sleep or land too deep No street too high or wall you'll die, no number four, no squared off door No poisoned corner corner corner corner - where's that f**king mirror
No stop. Look. Go. No door face door.
No decisions without my secret compass. No evil. No doubt. No end.
No.
Fengshui. Somehow, the masters forget about smell, sound and touch. Ask one and bewilderment will never have looked so complete; it is all about the seen and the no-that-can't-be-done. They forget about exceptions to the no because their books only speak of rules, not when and how they can be broken.
Fengshui. The subversive art of sight, smell, taste, touch, sound and yes.
context
bedframe
steel entry mat
gardenshell house
system shelves
slat door
monsoon mailbox
louvrebox house
commentary
gardenwall offices
timberblind door
a/c jacket
middleearth door
lightwell house
posttensioned stair
dining table #3
biography
gardenshade shed
onion valet
britishindia offices
archiebunker chair
folding gate
bathshelf #2
bibliography
safari roof house
timber table
brickwall house
dishrack
autopsy table
folded stair
photography
contact
boardformed pool
ventblock house
steeltable
pittsburgh desk
dogconcrete house
kitchenjockey
wallpantry
bricklite house
poolplinths
gardengate
black and white house
cantilevered gate
mule system workstation
bathvalet
sibu pavilion
scrapwood pool
concretecarpet stair
fire stairfence
loftoffice
perforated bench
radiator railing
pivotgate
boardformed house
steel & white bath
brickroom
forestgrove
barnstorm house
dropbench
gnarly house
Kvadrat chaise
stacked club
mountain pool
greensplice house
threshold house
gainer mailbox