I’m in Full Nesting mode.
Wouldn’t it be fabulous to have a real nest? A couple of days ago, the NYT had a great article on Twigitecture that made me re-crazed to make my own.
I’ve always loved hanging chairs and floating platforms and high-up places.
I’m still thinking about the great Nest we played in at Laumeier.
And of course, Lee Barron’s wonderland in Boston. The Cloud Club Treehouse is surely a nest; see it extended off of the roof, covered in vines?
And the wisteria vine he wove in front of the door, most unusual as a choice for an entrance, even for a bird.
Even my jewelry has frequently been about trees and nests, and architecture that is open to the sky and stars.
It seems like a good time for more exploration.
It also seems like I have rather a lot on my mind right now. I can hardly sleep, with all of the thought-trains crashing around in my head.