The first was intuitive. This is your landscape, Bergman. It corresponds to your innermost imaginings of forms, proportions, colours, horizons, sounds, silences, lights and reflections. Security is here. Don't ask why.
Explanations are clumsy rationalizations with hindsight. . . .
If I were to rant and rave on the shore, a gull, at most, would take off. On the stage, such an exhibition would be disastrous. With monumental lack of judgement, I built the house with the idea of a mutual existence on the island. I forgot to ask Liv what she thought. She stayed a few years.