The truth is, we are all waiting to be told who we are.

The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs. ― George Eliot, Middlemarch

I think about the limits of language.

I’m not here to fit in, I’m here to be myself.

I don't design buildings, I design relationships between spaces and people.