This house has been so many things for LION. This project was a test. For many aspects of life, it was a test. But through the digging, trenching and the muck of the hillside of 1811 comes its emergence, the harvest. The house has become the tomato on the back porch set to ripen in the heat. The land has accepted the Madhouse as have its neighbors. Still mostly getting the gawking passerby in the car. Perhaps they are looking for the door.
The house has reached a point of completion to where only living can finalize the details. The occupants of Madhouse have begun to make a home out of the place. Sitting seventeen feet off the ground amongst the hackberries and walnuts, they have their coffee every morning. Work begins now on the land. What was once the foundation of the hillside, is pulled out to the light, opportunity to sit upon a revealed stone bench to reflect as the house looms over.
The house sits calmly in its lawn chair out back beneath the canopy of neighboring trees, inviting the curious to sit with it and search for clovers, introspection imbued in its calm.