In my years spent forging an intimate 

relationship with the architecture of Mies van der Rohe, I’ve learned that his catchphrase “God is in the details” means different things to different people. 

I once guided a prominent Dutch artist on a private visit to Farnsworth House. Standing on the upper deck of the house, he let out a gasp. I thought he might be having a heart attack. No, he was simply admiring the pastoral view of the field beyond, elegantly framed by the crisp white columns. “It’s like a Turner landscape,” 
he exclaimed.

Another time, an architect from Spain kneeled on the travertine floor. Then he pulled out a tape measure. It seemed the Almighty Details were to be found in the dimensions of the grid. 

I have long been captivated by the details of Mies in my own way, from a slightly different point of view. I’m not very interested in the measurements of a grid. For me, it is all about the visceral. 

So this book of photographs is not intended to be an architectural survey. Rather, it is an architectural journey: of my remembrances, often dreamlike and perhaps a bit surreal, of the textures, the materials, the spaces, I’ve encountered in my Miesian travels, reinterpreting his work purely through the lens of my imagination.