"I breathe because it keeps me alive, But there is a more important reason. Because when I Breathe the air in I breathe in all sounds from all voices since the beginning of time. All the voices that have placed thoughts into the air, that is, thought escaping from the soul through the voice into the air which I breathe in, sound that I cannot hear. Silent sounds filling the air that generations have spoken into, consequently filling me with words that are an invisible text which mingles my thoughts that are invisible. In essence an internal communion takes place giving the sense of the sublimity of silent transferences." John Hejduk

Cycle OF Being - Equus

This design is more about the paths that we travel slicing and twisting creating a distinct and direct line, while others are lighter hidden waiting to be used again.


The ideas behind these designs are based on the symbol for infinity, the continuation of life. The flow through the house reflects the circle work that we do everyday of our lives.





This design is about the cycle of life the continuation and habitual nature of life. the forever tracing through each room as a daily journey. The client being the pit digger I have toyed with the idea of subterranean structures with this design.

" I believe in the social contract therefore I teach. I believe that the University is one of the last places that protects and preserves freedom, therefore teaching is also a socio/political act, among other things. I believe in books and the written word, therefore I fabricate works with the hope that they will be recorded in books. I am pragmatic and believe in keeping records. I believe to record is to bear witness. The book I wrote, Victims is to bear witness and to remember. I believe in the density of the sparse. I believe in place and the spirit of place." - John Hejduk

Pit Digger - Pit of Structures

She took over her husband’s role for she did not know what else to do. Living and breathing someone for so long you tend to be absorbed by their love, life, being, you merge and shape into one, there is individuality but inspired by the other. Her life crumbled from under her when he was gone. Life went on but in truth everything was a struggle. Tall but not overly so, thin but strong, healthy but not radiant, quick to think and slow to talk, young, but has seen tragedy and experienced loss. She is foundation, grounded, reliable and realistic. This was not always the way but someone has to, life is about the opposites, dark, light, good, evil and all the grays between. Today is not a particularly different to any other day, only that today is a year from the beginning, a lot can happen in a year. She likes to feel the earth on skin, wind in hair and cold to bone. Collecting stones is something she has done since forever, the patterns, layering, colours are fascinating and she particularly likes the smoothed by water ones. She is often rubbing a favourite in her hands feeling the cool smoothness imagining the ages reflected in the shaping and making, oh what stories a stone can tell. The orange tree looks more and more lonely these days so she keeps him company, he seems not to mind and sometimes whispers to her times of change. Life it seems, a constant motion taking you with it never letting go or letting up, even when you feel you need to stop. Life must go on so she does. Today is Wednesday and when she finishes her habitual engagements for this day she would like to do something a little different, not knowing exactly what that maybe but this day needs to have a different feel about it, something to distinguish it from last Wednesday, and the Wednesday before that. It will come later for now the task at hand is farrowing her brow with concentration and exertion. She never pictured her life to run like this, and many were surprised that she continued but this was her life and she felt it her duty to continue. She had a privileged and happy childhood, every now and then a smile represents these memories, the boys would collect worms and number of creepy crawly things while she climbed the apple tree eating her way to the top, sweet, juicy and warm then engulfed by speckled green, deep blue and soft white. A chill brings her back into reality, possibility of rain as the clouds close in, that something special might have to be an indoor thing. She often finds herself flowing through different worlds and times it helps to fill the void, the imagination is an amazing thing and she feels limitless. Almost time to go she starts to mull over ideas of what will make this day a special day, every day should be but that would take a considerable amount of effort, for now its today’s turn to be special.