Akon Povi
From you I received...
"This strange emotion I felt, landing at Santa Fe this day of August 1997. To me this place was not unknown, just forgotten. Like an exile, my entire soul was thrilled. Then I knew I was about to experience a great personal adventure. I was told to acquire an estate here, it was an irresistible calling.
In time, it became essential and vital, as only art can be. Akon Povi was waiting for me, coiled in the nest of the hill, secret and magnificent, longing for our decisive encounter. Upon recognizing each other,, I cone again experienced how many people and histories we are from, how much all lives are bound together, and I heard the ancients speaking.
At this time, I was building a house in Hawaii, and several estates in France. I love to transform energies, when places wish to take back their original movement. I listen to the surroundings; I listen to the earth, the house and the ruins. I let them fill my could until I hear their message, until I am able to understand the purpose they left behind and their extincted glow. We tame each other, cautiously setting up our rites, sharing with past, present and future.
Unlike other castles looking over the desert vastness of the Tierra, I was chosen by a house that is fully integrated with Nature. We were to be partners, to commit to a complementary and friendly process, as the Anazasi natives lived it. If I accepted to bring Akon Povi to life, according to its genuine purpose, I would be taught and transformed by an ancient yet revived way of life.
Only natural materials may then be used. Their vibrating auras sustain the work and enforce harmony beyond time. Curves, as extensions of surrounding nature, emphasize the phenomenon, softening our souls and leading away our violence. Nothing is flat, aggressive, or binding. Energy bounces from one place to another, encountering no obstacles; she dances unchallenged, exhausting more and more movement and life, in the very heart of my friend Sommers Randolph's sculptures. Each space is a receptacle for an element; earth, water, fire, air, wood. Sound is everywhere, for music is part of my life. For centuries my family, of which many were artists, has been patron of the arts and I know that music appeases minds and opens hearts. Thus, in this place senses are quietly yet permanently invited to awareness and satisfaction.
Lastly, I love to mix manners and styles. I gather contraries to generate completion, alliances and unity. In this way, the house reflects our human being: simple yet complex, organic yet technical, beings of emotion, beings of intelligence. It is high-touch and high-tech, opposites meet each other and align: movement in the very heart of stability, softness with might, sweetness and strength, female and male genders, heaven and earth join in simplicity and beauty. In this living organism lay all dimensions of beings.
During four and a half years I built this house as I shaped myself in this arid but willing land. Seeking a new balance, I gave her a part of my inner power. Once again, I found and loved the symbols of time. I love the fact that everything needs to come to maturity, making each work a learning of humility and patience.
I like to work with aware, careful and open-hearted people. This is the very portrait of Jim McGorty, who agreed to walk with me along this path of genuineness, where meeting is more important than making, where work is less important than man and his wisdom. Where arts demand no haste, no pressure, no opposition to what comes from the deepness of beings.
Akon Povi, born from a long contemplation of my own inner house, led me through desert, towards her discovery, beautiful stranger I bore within until our common birth. Did she wait for me to bloom, through an organic and biological view of architecture, filled with femininity and art de vivre.
Until this day, Akon Povi awaits a little more soul, a little more life, as the newly crafted lyre or harp longs for the artist to vibrate it. Akon Povi awaits the one who will make her live in daily interaction, for modest intentions and cars are sometimes more important than powerful inspirations, where life becomes a game and game the far deep echo of a cantata, still to be composed and sung.
Akon Povi...I got it all from you, time is there for some one else..."
In time, it became essential and vital, as only art can be. Akon Povi was waiting for me, coiled in the nest of the hill, secret and magnificent, longing for our decisive encounter. Upon recognizing each other,, I cone again experienced how many people and histories we are from, how much all lives are bound together, and I heard the ancients speaking.
At this time, I was building a house in Hawaii, and several estates in France. I love to transform energies, when places wish to take back their original movement. I listen to the surroundings; I listen to the earth, the house and the ruins. I let them fill my could until I hear their message, until I am able to understand the purpose they left behind and their extincted glow. We tame each other, cautiously setting up our rites, sharing with past, present and future.
Unlike other castles looking over the desert vastness of the Tierra, I was chosen by a house that is fully integrated with Nature. We were to be partners, to commit to a complementary and friendly process, as the Anazasi natives lived it. If I accepted to bring Akon Povi to life, according to its genuine purpose, I would be taught and transformed by an ancient yet revived way of life.
Only natural materials may then be used. Their vibrating auras sustain the work and enforce harmony beyond time. Curves, as extensions of surrounding nature, emphasize the phenomenon, softening our souls and leading away our violence. Nothing is flat, aggressive, or binding. Energy bounces from one place to another, encountering no obstacles; she dances unchallenged, exhausting more and more movement and life, in the very heart of my friend Sommers Randolph's sculptures. Each space is a receptacle for an element; earth, water, fire, air, wood. Sound is everywhere, for music is part of my life. For centuries my family, of which many were artists, has been patron of the arts and I know that music appeases minds and opens hearts. Thus, in this place senses are quietly yet permanently invited to awareness and satisfaction.
Lastly, I love to mix manners and styles. I gather contraries to generate completion, alliances and unity. In this way, the house reflects our human being: simple yet complex, organic yet technical, beings of emotion, beings of intelligence. It is high-touch and high-tech, opposites meet each other and align: movement in the very heart of stability, softness with might, sweetness and strength, female and male genders, heaven and earth join in simplicity and beauty. In this living organism lay all dimensions of beings.
During four and a half years I built this house as I shaped myself in this arid but willing land. Seeking a new balance, I gave her a part of my inner power. Once again, I found and loved the symbols of time. I love the fact that everything needs to come to maturity, making each work a learning of humility and patience.
I like to work with aware, careful and open-hearted people. This is the very portrait of Jim McGorty, who agreed to walk with me along this path of genuineness, where meeting is more important than making, where work is less important than man and his wisdom. Where arts demand no haste, no pressure, no opposition to what comes from the deepness of beings.
Akon Povi, born from a long contemplation of my own inner house, led me through desert, towards her discovery, beautiful stranger I bore within until our common birth. Did she wait for me to bloom, through an organic and biological view of architecture, filled with femininity and art de vivre.
Until this day, Akon Povi awaits a little more soul, a little more life, as the newly crafted lyre or harp longs for the artist to vibrate it. Akon Povi awaits the one who will make her live in daily interaction, for modest intentions and cars are sometimes more important than powerful inspirations, where life becomes a game and game the far deep echo of a cantata, still to be composed and sung.
Akon Povi...I got it all from you, time is there for some one else..."
