Entering Den Frie.
In my imagination:
Entering Sisters Academys Boarding School #6.
Envisioning. Seeing. Inner vision opening.
Entering the innermost room at the right.
Seeing the octagonal-shaped window.
Seeing the wall.
Seeing how the room is naturally divided in three.
Envisioning The Hands transforming the room, making the three stories spring into reality.
Using scaffolding, building two new floors in the room. One on top of the other.
Three-folding the possibilities.
Seeing the three storeys.
The bottom floor swimming in darkness. Red velvet walls. Intimate spaces. The cosyness of Sisters Academy.
The middle floor red, velvety intimate.
The upper floor bathing in sunlight. Filled with plants. Seeing myself watering the dracena, the monstera, the philodendron. It’s a hot jungle. An Eden. A Paradise. The home of Adam and Eve.
Secret ladders and slides connecting the floors.
Pathways leading up, pathways leading down.
Three-dimensional movements now possible.
Entering the innermost room at the left.
A similar room.
Doubling the possibilities.
Three floors unfolding for the inner vision.
The Light is creating.
Oh, expanding the space.
Humans have always moved stones around. We throw them in the water. Hold them in our hands. Carry them with us. Arranges them to fences, fireplaces, cairns or other shapes, sculptures, landscapes and landart. Think about a stone you have met in your life. It can be any stone. One…
Time can not be controlled – Sometimes it runs out before you wish; and I happened to exist life days before planned time with a big help from Blue (who might not be Blue anymore). So, I left Home on a airy spring day, accompanied by children’s voices in play…