When I was younger my grandmother was looking at property in the Himalayan Mountains.
She told me the house would be hanging off a cliff and showed me photos.
My impressions was excellent, thinking, yes, I could live there.
Find yourself where you are.
To fully tap into my creativity I must be remote for some time.
I need quiet and space. Lots of tables and walls.
More materials, than perhaps needed, must be seen.
And I must hear new sounds, silence, or a tree creeking in the wind.
I'm not over or on the edge, but burrowed within the foundation.
If I peek beyond for one moment, a break, only smiles can greet.
Find yourself at home.
A Hermitis House sits on a cliff face through the gorge leading to Paro-Taktsang, 1880s Bhutan
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