There is no hard line, there are deviations, though it must be said that the bulk of what we make and do comes from what we find. It started out that way because finding was cheaper than buying, but now it’s become much more than that. It has become our life, the flesh on our bones. Something of a nomadic existence distills, refines and sharpens the point of our view. Material possessions can be accumulated, though just as easily passed away, passed on. Time and again, in Barcelona, Tokyo, Berlin, we have literally built our homes around us. Not always the easiest option, but sometimes the only one available. Flexible, utilitarian, we do what we can with what we’ve got. And if we don’t have, we look for it. Nothing is forever, life, art, us, everything.