The glass bead game by Herman Hesse.

I grew up an intellectual in a family of people far less concerned with matters of the mind. Not bad people, just otherwise engaged.

A voracious reader since a young age, I had begun by my early teens to see connections between things that felt somehow strange, perhaps even wrong or oddly blasphemous. I felt like I didn’t understand things very well and that these connections were somehow a product of my ignorance. That I was perhaps guessing at something and getting it very wrong. I felt I had oversimplified a complex thing and although exploring those connections was always fun to do, I’d never speak of them.

The glass bead game thought me that my intuition was right, or at least shared by a number of people. That there is a fabric of from which reality is spun. These connections I was tracing are the product of the pattern recognition propensities of the human mind and as such they are a self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

Is there a connection between The Art of Fuge and certain architecture? Yes there is, not due to some mystical thing I am ignorant of but because architecture is influenced by many things including nature, classical music, mathematics, art and music.

As a young person this image of human exploit and how it ties in with nature eventually weaving the two together into a harmonious whole was deeply satisfying and provided me with a feeling of sanctuary and belonging that lingers a still in my own work and in my art. It is a blueprint for my life.