When I first entered Danielle Mourning’s Pacific Heights home, I was floored. It wasn’t because the house itself was architecturally impressive, though it was nice. It was because opening that door took me into another world. I was fully immersed in the sounds, the visuals and even the smells representing this artists’ rich life. Did I want to do the project? The budget wasn’t even important. The artists’ home had me at “hello.” And she wasn’t even there yet.
