The tin roof with natural patina, contrasted to the wam brick and married to the grey sky on a cold day winter's day.
The sloping roof meets the ground, interrupting the expected and demonstrating clearly the contrasting entrance (in the distance). The materials asked to be touched.
Once inside, a cafeteria serving German winter soup on tin trays and creaky tables welcomed you not to a commercial gallery but to a community of the arts.
Warmth inside, and small scale of rooms demanded inhabitation.
The beautiful end grain floor tiles creaked to the rhythm of co-habitation in the gallery space, without interrupting concentration.
