CAMPO BAEZA

To build a house for a poet. To make a house for dreaming, living and dying. A house in which to read, to write and to think.

We raised white walls to create a box open to the sky, like a nude, metaphysical garden. To create an interior world we plant leafy trees.

And floating in the center, with a box with three levels. The highest for dreaming. The garden level for living. The deepest level for sleeping.

For dreaming, we created a cloud at the highest point. A library constructed with double height. With northern light for reading and writing, thinking and feeling.

For living, the garden with southern light, sunlight. A space that is all garden, with transparent walls that bring together inside and outside.

And for sleeping, perhaps dying, the deepest level. The bedrooms below, as if in a cave.

Once again, the cave and the cabin.

Dreaming, living, dying. The house of the poet.

source: Campo Baeza