Drawing on the mind

Today I took the advice from 'The Confident Creative' and started drawing.  First I drew the cups and plates on the breakfast table, since that was where I was.  Lots of circles and loops and curves there.  Ever tried drawing a spoon?  Hmmm.

Then I looked out of the window and drew the view. And as I drew I noticed that between the horizontals of the clapboards, the blinds, the deck planks, and the verticals of the various fences, banisters, and so on I was living behind a grid: a grid that fenced me in.

I've been living here 20 years and I'd always looked past the bars of what I now realize is my cage; but now I can't pretend they're not there.

To what extent has my mind been imprisoned by the subliminal effects of living behind bars?  How would I be, who would I be, if I lived amid gentle curves of arches (as some houses in the south are built)?

Architecture does matter. Domestic architecture especially.