The time to quit dreaming hasn’t come yet. By closing our eyes we can project what’s possible between empty walls; we can build the volumes, surfaces and spaces which we wish to inhabit; we can shape furniture that connects us with a sense of home and origin; we can picture objects capable of enhancing in us the pleasure of being alive. 

The time to quit dreaming hasn’t come yet. Not when we know that what we imagine can become tangible once we turn it into paper and graphite; into weaves and wood, into logs, steel, brick and concrete.  

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