Daydream is an intermediate state, a delicate fuzziness, where the boundaries between imaginary and tangible slowly dissolve. It is an introspective journey, a secretive stroll of the mind.
In this suspended space, time is only a distant whisper, and each moment becomes an eternity.
An architectural daydream deploys itself here like an organic daydream. An organicity, one couldn’t say which. One could first think of entrails, pulmonary tubes, widened arteries. As if every place was thought like an organ, every organ like a place. What does that mean, concretely? That the body loses itself in the place, a forgetful way of remembering itself there. And that the place builds itself to present this loss, as exactly as possible.
We can perceive the place, here, as an un-spatialised phenomenon, to be able to access the status of an experience, if not of a psychic event. It is in this that a visual place can acquire the troubling sovereignty, the efficiency of a place of memory.
It is effectively an invitation: to question our subconscious, to explore the limbo of our imagination, of our memories, and to (re)discover a world, the den of a world.
