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The shell
Six weeks of plaster and waiting. Nothing in here is decided yet, and that is the last time that is true.

Six weeks of plaster and waiting. Nothing in here is decided yet, and that is the last time that is true.

The sofa sets the axis, everything else lines up on it. Nine metres from the door to the window.

Five metres of glass facing east. In summer the room is done with the sun by two in the afternoon.

A single board on two trestles. It moves twice a year, which is why it is not built in.

Colour comes at the end, when the light is known. Everything here was chosen in this room, not on a screen.