“I feel blessed being here,” my diary of 2001 reads. It also records how happy I was that a smart vely young couple with their adorable son would be the future owners. They were already very ar with Wright’s work, but for them, seeing the Tomek House was also love at first sight. All too often, in the grand scheme of things, we are but grains of sand, mere mortals, but we are d the joy and beauty of aesthetics, space and light. I experienced those and felt they were there to e the pain, struggle and worry that were also part of my life in the Tomek House. It was my , my solace, my source of renewal. The house was my shelter, my carapace, my spinal cord. It was glected baby that I had cared for, clothed, and brought back to good health, but also my partner, f me, and my lover who kept giving me small gifts. When I sold the house, I learned again that ng is such sweet sorrow.” So it goes when one loves.
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