[this was a creative brief written for a place of one's own.]
DAY you enter a room, sunlight warming the screed walls in uneven shades of twenty-five percent grey. a library of books sit in silent attention, each opening to a different place and time. opposite, a teal green sofa, above it the bold brushstrokes of a watercolor artist. looking out the balcony, a view of trees. you quietly read each one. sunlight falls on the leaf of a page, meditation at the dining table. this is a hut, a home for our thoughts. here, the simple is beautiful. you bask in the green, the wood, the light. NIGHT the night is yellow, diffused and intense, like a private conversation at a crowded party. no disco balls. TABLE solid wood grain, you smell the tree, without the termites. a party of six, gathered round the table. a spot for meditative reading, writing and tapping at the keyboard. CAVE the bedroom, also a cave to retreat into. the solidity of a resting place. not shifting or folded, but the bed itself at rest, nested on a platform as rooted as the earth. the earth holds its secrets in hidden compartments. there is no breakfast in bed, except on special occasions. COLOR zen. the calming tones of light, earth and cement. (the sofa’s just about the brightest thing.) LIGHT it almost bears repetition. the early morning in slits and shadows. in the day nature is generous, there is no need for artifice. in the evening, electricity takes over like a seasoned stagehand. ART the whole space is art, what nature and man has made, coming together, always yet to be complete. and there are two paintings on the wall. HIDE a camera equipment dry cabinet, two large suitcases, numerous bags and shoes, bedding & extra pillows, random stuff to be shoved away by the laziest kind of packer. (but do not hide the two tokyobikes, one in sand, the other in mustard.) SPACE it takes you in and opens up. there are no sharp angles or awkward movements. it holds the essentials. there is room to breathe and be.