Light tells the time here.
Apparatus gave us strong forms. We followed them across one day.
By day the house is mass. Concrete keeps the heat. The mood is quiet and drawn inward.
The forms gave us our frames. We only had to read them. The challenge was warmth, making something this bold feel like a home. So we leaned on the light, and let the strange forms soften into somewhere you could live.
By night the logic flips. Light stops entering and starts living inside. It traces the forms and names the relation between them. Wall to void. Stair to shaft. Timber where concrete was. Drama becomes warmth. The cave becomes a home.
Villa Nunu holds two moods. Light decides which one you stand in.
