There is something real about a house in which textures flourish. In a world that seems to exist increasingly on screen, beyond our grasp, the house full of tactile surfaces invites our touch and grounds us. It’s a refuge for our senses. Even a simple, waxed pine table or a sisal carpet can refresh us when we graze it with our fingers or take off our shoes. The skin comes alive with a little traction. And the textures send messages; they often refer to a larger order beyond domestic space, A wide-board softwood floor cues thoughts of lumber and forests. We are understanding a basic, more elemental world through our fingers: When we touch, we wonder.
November 9, 2011
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