I suppose Freud would have a field day with this one.

Why is it that the outline of suspension bridges 'speaks' to me?

It's something about the parabolic form. The distribution of weight and tension.  Sets my heart racing.

In one weekend, Kimmer and I crossed the Queensboro, Brooklyn, Verrazano, Throgs Neck, George Washington, Kosciuszko and Outerbridge Crossing.

All the time, I found the images so powerful that I tried to work them into my portfolio of designs.  It's a chandelier. It's a sculpture.  It's a window treatment.  It's a floor plan.

Either way, it's pure artistry.

Suspend me....