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Puerto Vallarta, summer 2006
To the burning questions of why/how/where and what for, I also find answers in Marana.
All answers hover there in the wind under the birds wings, in the black sky of the night, trees, high and low tides, copulating
crabs, sunsets, moon rises and everything that never really sleeps, but always is being born, then dying. These answers never
expire, never change, never can be corrupted, bought nor twisted. They are constant and free of judgment, arrogance and greed.
In the attempt to grasp the meaning of existence, our lives are very simple. I find that only while conducting a simple life,
we can be happy.
Talpa de Allende,
April 2008, construction week 24
photo album
I thought I can’t possibly be more tired. I am.
I am beat, I am fried, my brain is hurting, and I do not mean it poetically. I am dirty. I have exhausted my body to a point
of collapse a week ago.
Dehydration is scary.
I am up and going again because I am getting to know myself better in the process, and this is the ultimate reward.
For a treat, I am going black berry picking, then back to the building site.
On Friday, after 5 months of waiting, calling, asking, bribing, reminding, begging, shaming, rewarding with tequila bottles
here and there, we were finally hooked up to the electricity. Who would have thought hugging an electric meter would feel
so good, and a dangling single bulb be worth taking a photo.
Talpa de Allende, 2010
Hammock, for which I made the allowance from the moment the house concept was born, and which represents to me the ultimate
escape to heaven on earth, now is the reality I often bask in.
When the possibilities are endless as it is in a case of designing a house, it is impossible not to question if the design
could be better. I truly believe now, that a perfect house is never about the architecture alone. It is about where it stands
and what surrounds it, who lives in it and who visits, what is cooked in it and what stories unfold under its roof. So, no
matter what this house could have been if I had a chance to chew the design for more than a week, or if I spoke Spanish, or
if it was built with the German technology or the Japanese precision, for what lessons, joys and challenges we have gathered
from its construction, it is definitely our dream house.
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