Inside the house there is a home..

“We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.”

Beneith the city a laberinth of interconnecting stories, spaces and experiences. A Terrinth. Totally individual and common.

The question

Inside the house there is a home.

Transitionary spaces: A child, as it grows slowly begins to be aware of a world beyond its immediate family, at this stage when confronted with a world beyond their grasp and control, with rules unknown to them, spaces that allow the illusion of a comfort zone to be parallel to the world they experience.

What constitutes a home?

Can you go back to your childhood bedroom and tell us what you see?

Was there somewhere you would hide to feel warm, small and close?

“…the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”

The opposite of claustrophobia. A small space which allows only a limited amount of people to dream together

When I was little I would climb into wardrobes and fall asleep.

Then wake up in bed.

This needed no explanation because anything was possible and it is only years later that we come to know that the locked door involved someone climbing from one balcony to another in order to get transport me seemlessly from the wardrobe to bed.

Even to think about it gives comfort. And sometimes when we are scared we go there albeit just in thought.

These spaces persist even when they nolonger exist physically.

The space

Under the stairs, in the cupboards, in the tree house, under the table, under the bed, playing hide and seek..

Somewhere only little children can fit, where it is easier to imagine, create stories and worlds.

By restricting all that is outside feel little again, are we closer to memory in these places?

If we stay there 10 minutes everthing seems enormous when you come back out again!

Sometimes the house of the future is better built, lighter and larger than all the houses of the past, so that the image of the dream house is opposed to that of the childhood home…. Maybe it is a good thing for us to keep a few dreams of a house that we shall live in later, always later, so much later, in fact, that we shall not have time to achieve it. For a house that was final, one that stood in symmetrical relation to the house we were born in, would lead to thoughts—serious, sad thoughts—and not to dreams. It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality

—Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space