They say opposites attract. In the case of artist Pablo Bronstein and his partner, the poet Leo Boix, the maxim seems to be proving true. “It’s quite rare to see Pablo up and about at this time,” says a wry Leo, sprightly after a swim in the sea. Leo is a morning person, he tells us. Every day he walks the 65m from his front door down to Deal’s shingle shore and goes for a dip, come rain, shine or snow. Pablo does not.
Leo, originally from Buenos Aires, is also a minimalist, while Pablo – who was likewise born in Argentina – is… well. Not. We’re with them at home, a 17th-century warren of rooms that in the 12 years they’ve been here has been transformed into something of a fantasia. With its convincingly Georgian kitchen, its Old Masterish portraits and its Chinese room – a confection of turquoise gloss, chartreuse fabric-covered walls and fine porcelain – Shirley House feels entirely baroque in sensibility, if not proportion.
Eccentrically anachronistic but not slavish to any particular period – “I think the basics are rooted in the 17th and 18th centuries” – this remarkable “encrusted” jewel box of a house seems a natural home for an artist known for his extraordinary drawings of imagined architecture, which careen from the ravishingly rococo to the wildly overweening. Yet somehow it’s as fitting for the poet too; Leo’s quiet study – book-lined and faintly chaotic – is the paragon of a writer’s eyrie.
















