The Room That Grew Buoyant Little By Little
Category
Placemaking, Spatial Installation, Theatre
“A poor secret house, as in an old print, that only lives in me, where sometimes I return to sit down and forget the gray day and the rain.” – 1913, André Lafon
In the blue house that lives within, there is a room outside. Inside this room, there is a tree that the room enjoys listening to. Above this tree, there is a chair that rocks in tune with the tree. Under this chair, there is a table that creaks in silence as the chair sings. Within this table, there is a forest that the table was made of. In the middle of this forest, there is a fan that keeps the forest cool. Next to the fan, there is a door that opens when the fan stops spinning. Beyond the door, there is an ocean in which a blue house lives – the blue house with the room outside and the tree and chair and table and forest and fan and door and ocean. And when the stars align perfectly, the universe shall fold infinitely into the heart of this room as the windows crack and lift the room out of its solidity, dissolving the remnants of its geography of being.