Description

In a pine-wood someone wants a house. Take down one, and another, that`s not what we want.
I walk between trees. The light enters shy through the cannopy. I close my eyes and hear the trees, smell the pine.

I hear birds I down`t see.

The house avoids the trees and slides between the cannopy. The walls tilt not to touch them.

Inside the light enters with courage. I close my eyes, listen the trees and the birds. The pine-wood is inside.

Beguins construction in 2009

Designed

2007