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“House-watching is an art. You have to develop a way of seeing how a building sits in its landscape or streetscape. You have to discover how much room it takes up in the world, how much of the world it displaces.”

Quote by Edmund de Waal

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Edmund de Waal

Edmund de Waal is a British artist renowned for his ceramic works. His art is characterized by a minimalist style that emphasizes the purity of form, color, and texture. Born in 1964, de Waal's artistic career began with a passion for ceramics, which later expanded to include sculpture, painting, and writing. more

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