Philip Johnson’s Glass House.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, “Our House”
“Our house is a very, very, very fine house.”
Every lens needs an imperative: My eyes follow: My heart espies a capture: I need a mere ear to hear how I breathe: It is there: Dreams never known become alive as fiction becomes a dream come true: Curiosities are unleashed my camera is unchained: Practical sensibilities are tossed into the wind: My heart races:
Beyond a mere design there lives a home: Beyond there is a story: Exuberance from memories surface: The ghosts walk about: Sometimes they are real: Sometimes I merely arch my ear to listen: I realize there is light: I follow: Possibly the future points towards possibilities: Dreamscapes seem to advance:
The heart of the matter is at hand: Some houses have faces: Some become an excavator’s dream goal: To see more and beyond:
Acquainted I became with the ocean: My eyes follow the sight line: Frank Lloyd Wright captured my imagination: The Carmel by the Sea house posed: Aspen trees enveloped the mountainside before I saw: The Charles Deaton’ “Sculptured House” as seen in Woody Allen’s “Sleeper.” Eyeing me as I drove by: Aliens in the mist: The house bore a whole in me: Majesty in a futuristic way: Beautiful to dream about: Houses of our imaginations appear in many forms: The stories that accompany anything built is what differentiates between fiction’s truths and realities‘ dreams:
Architects:: Audrey Matlock.
If you visit a Museum of Natural History, a story will likely unfold: The stories held inside will take you back to another time: You will visit the ghosts that lived before you, the ghosts that were you before now: A broad bank of empirical data may lift your mind: Places and dates some times may be forgotten: Everything is there to be relived and discovered:Our mind envelopes as we live in future discoveries: The history of another time will send you in reveries not engaged before: Then you will dream within your imagination: You will dream again: A place not encountered: A place of natural exotica awaits: Just take a peek:
The place at hand in all museums is a house: A house that is home to stories from the past: Marginally we make way for another tomorrow: Behind the front door between four walls there is an evocative narrative: Behind the design there is an evocative plan: My camera enjoins the two identities and investigates: The simple joy of discovery is near:
I know that my camera lives in cinematic moments: Possibly my mind tries to trick the camera to mimic not merely the moments; but the sensories traveling in and around the house: Stories are told to me: I lend an eye to see things: I hear and feel the ghosts:
Frank Lloyd Wright: Carmel By the Sea.
The House does not have to be artistic in order to explore: It may be a greenhouse: It may be a multimillion dollar structure intended to be spectacular, but ending up like a cryogenic house of doom:
The beauty of a house in cinema is an adventure into a magical transactions from possibilities to the imaginary improbabilities: Hitchcockian Vertigo on steroids: That is why I engage: It is the manner in which my camera articulates its own galaxy:
“Suddenly”, there is Frank Sinatra attempting to assassinate the president: There is “Contempt”, atop Capri’s Casa Malaparte: We entertain the “High Sierra” with Humphrey Bogart and Ida Lupino:
“Diamonds Are Forever”, introduces architect John Lautner to a larger audience: We visit the faux studio design intrigues presented in the Cary Grant drama: “North By Northwest”: “Gone With The Wind’s” Twelve-Oaks” passionately binds us to the mystery of a home’s power: “Giant’s” Reata reminds me of the power of past, present and future: Our lives today and tomorrow:
Cinema proposes to me: It offers a journey to an entire planet: Cinema allows my camera to manifest its images across the same planet I have seen in dreams:
Joan Didion wrote about a murder and mayhem story occurring behind a white picket fence:
I have for decades reminded myself of stories never seen but imagined: Winnie the Pooh’s house “Sanders”, is a home for those young and old to see and touch: The animated possibilities are where moving pictures come from: It is the same way that a novel or novella can be written about Edward Hoppers’ “Morning Sun” allows us to entertain the world we think we see and the world we imagine we might be able to see: The forever evolve continues to pace my visual imagination: I begin again everyday with another:
Many years ago I sat with the artist Jenny Holzer amid the shades of abundant Red Maples and Water Oaks: Her fame flamed in neo conceptually projected across buildings and city scapes:
Her mind saw galaxies beyond ours: Yet that day her eyes were home: Here in nature near her house was home: Jenny’s house stood near, but she was here: I at first wondered and then dreamed what what was inside her house: Were we home where we sat or was there another, home:
My travels have taken me from somewhere near and far: I have always wondered what lives lived inside the magic of a houses’ home:
Architect: Kengo Kuma.
