Because we want to ensure smooth relations with our architects, I promised myself not to blog about the creative process behind Casa Nana. I’m sensitive to making the project a public spectacle and making the pros we hired uncomfortable. (I’m still not ready to “out” them.) But I’m all out of topics. I started to write another know-it-all post about a Mérida topic that I really don’t know too much about, and even my b.s. meter started blinking so I abandoned it. I’ll write just one more thing about Casa Nana and then give it a rest for awhile. The topic is light. Sunlight.
In 2010, we decided to stop talking about Mérida and finally go see it. I remember where we were when we decided this: In Provincetown, Mass., on the tip of Cape Cod, a region renown for the quality of its natural light. Painters still attempt to capture the Cape light in Provincetown. We were sitting on a second-floor balcony admiring the stunning and vast tidal flats, or the bay at low tide. The sun was possibly going down, or maybe up. I don’t really remember the time of day, but I do remember the water reflecting amber and cobalt, and my futile attempt to capture it all on my camera phone.
On our most recent trip to the Yucatán, which like the Cape is a flat land mass that juts north and is surrounded by water on three sides, our east-facing terrace was almost completed. At mid-morning, even under overcast skies, I was struck [Read more…]