I hope we grow old together. You are cranky, insistent on rules of form, staid, eccentric while dressed to impress. You give me light, and directions on how to live. You also try my soul with shadows of mending and nursing to come.

In the end, I would rather converse with you than most of your kind. I love to feel dawn and sunset beaming through you wide open face.

-BJ Gilbert, reliving old studio passions in a Ludwig Mies van der Rohe building