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| Posted by Ceciliabr at Dec 6, 2018, 4:35:35 PM |
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Re: CITY LIVING – a dream project. This thread has provoked lots of thoughts about what a dream home really is A dream home – or a home in a dream? I’m not quite sure what makes the difference, but I feel there’s a difference there. Maybe a dream home is something that can once become true, whilst a dreamt home is a home that cannot ever be real? As a habit I have had for longer than I care to remember, I always try to write down as much as I can recall from my dreams – if they are something out of the ordinary. I have a small, black moleskin notebook that I call My Dreambook on the bedside table, and I do this immediately after I wake up. Using the early notes from my dream book, I later try to reconstruct as much as possible in my diary. But the question always remains: How much is really left of the dream? How much of the dream is re-designed afterwards. In this project I think a lot is re-constructed, probably as a reconsidered necessity, designed as a mixture of the dream and the faint memory of the New York appartement I visited. there are ever so many nice details in Cec' concept Thank you!I sometimes meet persons who question my drive and wonder what can possibly justify putting all his energy into reconstructing something so unreal and insignificant as a dream. I mentioned that I was in New York, pretending to attain a ballet workshop. Pretending is only half way true. I actually took some classes. New York was very different to Oslo ( or Copenhagen, for that matter) in the manner of which a workshop was conducted, and they were teaching a totally different technique than what I was familiar with. Well... I’m a small person. How could I be supposed to manage lifting a male dancer, six feet tall and nearly twice my weight? The answer was given in a typical New York-quasi-philosophical postulate, and went something like this: Imagine a tree – not a tall tree, but a wide tree – a tree with strong branches formed as a sunshade, and with long roots that spreads out under the ground, like an inverted umbrella-shaped anchor. Now, be that tree, and stand firmly on the surface. Feel your roots grow and your extended spine being secured at the center of the earth. You are now in total balance, and like a tree you are getting your energy from the earth itself. You are strong! The thing is: Anyone can lift anything – as long as it wants to be lifted. But you have to commit yourself, young lady, you have to be committed in everything you do! Now, try again! I failed. I wasn’t committed. I had already given up the idea of becoming a ballet dancer. The workshop had just been an excuse for going to New York. Oh yes, the question: What’s driving me? Commitment and ambition. That’s my answer. That's what I learned that day, although it didn't apply to the situation. That's probably why I waste my time on reconstructing something so insignificant as a dream. Well, I’m rambling and digressing, as usual. function; uncluttered, clean, open spaces It must have been this that triggered the memories of my childhood when I wanted to be a ballet dancer - the big rooms and the clean, open spaces. Like you I’m safely placed in the suburbs now, and I have my open spaces – but I still miss living in the city. My secret dream is to move back, once my girls have finished school. Thanks a lot for your comment. It's not lack of interest that has kept me away for a while. I have nearly finished the second floor now, and I will post the results later. Cec |
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