concrete

I have recently moved. Into a home: my home. I love where it is: I have been walking, feeling, listening. I love how it feels: the calm, the space. And I love how it looks: the light, the wood, the tiles, the lines, the textures.

I am thinking about creating a floor. A concrete floor.

There’s something about concrete that gets to me. It’s the flat grey, the empty contrast to colour. I like the industrial feel and maybe too, the hint of anger (is it anger?) I like its determination and certainty. Its sense of decisiveness pulls me in.