This issue is about sensing when something has an inside which is coherent with its outside. It ranges over the Golden Triangle (of the Luberon), stone walls in New England, the Auvergne, and the south of France, crappy particleboard furniture, and the genesis for my current preoccupation with not-knowing.
Sounds like you’re a prime candidate to read Christopher Alexander’s "The Nature of Order”. He knows a thing or two about feeling wholeness… and has a thing for stone walls and vernacular architecture, too.
Sounds like you’re a prime candidate to read Christopher Alexander’s "The Nature of Order”. He knows a thing or two about feeling wholeness… and has a thing for stone walls and vernacular architecture, too.