Ibiza, Spain, 1994
The house does not wish to spread beyond the space required for its basic necessities; it does not wish to pollute the landscape, but rather occupy it within precise limits and endeavour to leave no other trace than the car track, stretching like an umbilical cord between the house and the public road.
Life inside is protected. Patios, closed off from view, are bumps, dilation of the walls. Flaps project from the sides of the house, storing the temporary dividers between the terraces and the interior spaces, while capturing the sun. The pool is a giant bathtub in a living room without ceiling.
The image of the house is reminiscent of a private ship with three levels of roofs, navigating in search of south, moored between Mediterranean pines. The old family house with its fields of grain can be seen short distance away.