There's only one sky.
I live and work in San Diego, California. But aesthetically I'm a child of southern Florida's long, wide, flat, horizontal bands of aquamarine ocean, golden sandy beach and puffy white clouded blue sky; paired with the '50's equally flat, bright, minimal styles. It's that zen-spacious simplicity that most feels like home.
What furnished that home were the dynamics of the ever-changing skyscapes. When I let my imagination run wild I could easily see all kinds of things in the clouds. More intriguing than the things were the possibilies of what was to come. Whatever I was seeing was becoming something else. I'd lay on my back for hours at a time to watch, to see just what that might be.
Similarly, the images of my inner mindscape are an essential expression of endless, fluid becoming. So what's the one true static image that best captures the desired feeling? What does the design call for, if there's only one sky? The sky's the limit.
