more sketchbook images, that my friend scanned for me years ago. These sketches were the preliminary sketches made for the work that formed my Masters folio.
Not only our memories, but the things we have forgotten are ‘housed’. Our soul is an abode. And by remembering ‘houses’ and ‘rooms’, we learn to ‘abide’ within ourselves. Now everything becomes clear, the house images move in both directions: they are in us as much as we are in them.
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, Beacon Press, 1969