It isn't all that complicated. Where I grew up the major structure, the most magnificent thing in my are was the waer tower. It was not easy to climb, only someone madly committed would try. It became my eyrie. The place I wet to think. When I was12 m mother died and I went up there to be alone. No one could get you there. You could see all across the city. The journey involved getting over a pipe 15 feet off the ground, a spiked fence across its girth. Then from its base a spiral starway throug wind, height, fear, then in to the barrel, sanctuary. The top. My nest.
My next work is a model of the Tower and a book about my spiritual connection to this piece of architecture. My church.
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