Handmade Tiles

It’s been lovely having the last two week’s off work. Time to make collages, write in my blog, avoid doing all of those necessary jobs that are on my to-do list (a veryvery long list, by the way), postpone my new getting-fit program, spend a slightly bit more money than is prudent, procrastinate about making doctor’s appointments (have you ever noticed that the older you get the more doctors you are suppose to see regularly), and just deliciously get lost in a sense of timelessness.



While doing this handmade tiles collage last night, I was thinking of one of the first apartment I had in southern Germany. It was an attic apartment in a house owned by a garden architect. He rebuilt the attic in his home into the most delightful bachelor studio.

In the kitchen and bathroom he used handmade, hand-painted tiles. They were beautiful tiles of simple design. Each tile had it’s own little imperfections or identification mark. Knowing these tiles, adoring them, allowed me years later to instantly understand the concept of “organic design” in terms of multimedia design or software interfaces.