The Castle on the Rock

Imagine a small island in a calm sea. The island is little more than a large rock, which remains above water only because the sea is never really stormy. The waters are in a moderate climate, protected by a barrier reef. It is a comfortable, but isolated place.

On this rock, I am building a House. It is an imaginary House, a place to exercise some artistic whims, a place to keep the various imaginary stuff I have collected over the years. The house will be sometimes grand, sometimes whimsical, sometimes practical. It shares with many other imaginary things an unappologetic willingness to contradict itself.

The structure of the house is nearly complete. The structural walls are finished, all but a few windows are in place, all but a few rooms are done. It remains largely unfurnished, even mostly unlit. The house looks a little like a cave, with rooms of featureless gray stone. Soon, I will be shifting from architect and stonecutter to interior decorator. Of course, neither of these is a really accurate description of what's really happening -- the style of work is determined by the tools I'm using.

If you would like to visit the house in it's unfinished state, or the grounds, the path is a good place to start.

Goodnight.