Architecture

Why did I become an architect?

I’m often asked, “Why did you become an architect?”

The quick, cheeky answer is: “I was born an architect.” It paints a funny picture of me in my mother’s womb, clutching a pencil, ruler, and set square. Of course, that’s not exactly how it happened—but the truth is, I’ve always been drawn to architecture.

As a child, vacant houses fascinated me—they felt like they had no soul. I noticed something special about public buildings in the local towns (I grew up on a farm) and the beautiful homesteads of the Western District of Victoria. These buildings felt alive, as if they had been created with care and love. I was drawn to them like a child to a familiar teddy bear, captivated by their stories and details.

I also loved collecting house plans. I would spot kit houses advertised in the Stock and Land or Weekly Times and send away for the plans, imagining the lives that might unfold inside them. Each plan was a small adventure, a puzzle of shapes and spaces waiting to be explored.

Looking back, architecture wasn’t a sudden career choice—it was a lifelong fascination that grew from curiosity, wonder, and a deep appreciation for the buildings that surrounded me.

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