The kitchen. Dig it. The rest of the house may be covered in molted white cat hairs and carpets that don’t fit and detritus from months of building work…but this — this is a little (well big) slice of heaven.

It’s like having a gigantic Rothko, Klee or Hepworth right in your very own house, to look at for hours and walk around and be in. That’s how pleasing it is to live with.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

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