For me, the search does not end with the houses; after crossing the stylistic boundaries, the genre boundaries are almost voluntarily opened. By the age of fifty, I not only knew but also experienced that architecture was indeed the essence of art. Hidden or direct, quiet or loud, it is contained the sculptures of the fine arts, the sculptural quality of the building, the colour compositions of painting, the music as a sheet in punch holes on the facade, or the poetry with rhythm...