The experience of space

Morning light on a stone wall. Wood holding the warmth of last night’s fire. A ceiling high enough to breathe, a window opening onto larch trees or the lake.

These are not details. They are what separates a house you visit from a home you live in.

Sheilla Sklar reads a place as one reads a face: what it reveals, what it suggests, what it could become in your hands. Beyond its size or address, she is interested in what gives it character and the life it can welcome.