The dining room and kitchen carried the daily rhythm of our little adobe: coffee in the morning, music drifting in from the next room, friends around the table, and the kind of warm desert light that made even a simple meal feel a little cinematic.

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In the dining room, I leaned into contrast: a clean wood table, graphic textiles, black trim, open glassware shelves, and a wall of art collected through years of touring, traveling, and making. It was never meant to feel formal. I wanted it to feel like a landing place for conversation, color, and whatever bottle happened to be on the bar cart.

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The kitchen came with its own history. The vintage O’Keefe & Merritt stove was inherited with the house, and British artist Peter Bowles had painted Mimbres-style animals across the cabinet fronts, turning everyday storage into something more like folk art. I added open shelves, baskets, jars, warm lighting, and layered rugs to make the room feel useful, personal, and alive.

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Together, these rooms became the working heart of the house. A little practical, a little eccentric, full of texture, pattern, art, and objects with a past. Exactly the kind of space I love most.