They say you are what you eat. I get that. But you also are where you live whether it be an ornate Victorian or a sparse glass box. Not that you’re going to move into a Queen Anne and suddenly start speaking with a bad English accent, drink tea and develop peculiarly prudish morals in direct contrast to how you lived your life in the public eye for the previous 20 years, although that would explain a lot about Madonna.
The influence of place is more subtle than that but no less profound.
For example, a wall in my front entryway at home has a gentle curve to it. Keep reading