…when I still knew how to do hand-drawn architecture—and assumed I would be living by myself the rest of my life.
It’s not a house for a family, or even a couple. It’s a single man’s home. No computer/office nook (because in 1981 no one had personal computers). It’s just a very basic, very organic living space with all natural materials: plaster walls, Saltillo tile floors, and wood deck ceilings with exposed (albeit false) vigas. It’s what always appealed to me about Santa Fe architecture. I get kind of wistful looking at these plans. I put a lot of work into them.