Sights, No Sounds: Part 1
These pots are my favorite things here at Watermill. It is a frequent daydream of mine to line one with tufted upholstery...probably a mid-century floral print...and crawl in for an afternoon nap. They're big enough for this.
Baby Stonehenge. These vertical stones are from all over the world, namely Bali (if I remember correctly) and stand as the primary indicator of Wilson's phallic wonderland called Watermill.
Our kitchen, storage shed, and shirtless Scott.
Fruit in hand carved wooden serving trays and bowls: my only visual refuge from the dearth of color here at Watermill.
Classic Wilson geometry in our south lawn for performances, morning yoga, quiet moments and visual vacancy.