corner of my house. Artist's Book, 2007 "The house is home to the dream, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows us to dream in peace. The house supplants human life contingencies, multiply their advice. Without it, man would one be dispersed. He holds through the storms of heaven and the storms of life is body and soul. It is the first world of human beings. Being away is a value. Life begins well, begins enclosed, protected, all warm in the lap of a house "
Gaston Bachelard
" The corners of my house "also comes from personal experience, situations that lead us to take and strongly embrace family history has been built for many years at home, who holds in his hands a great treasure. If the project was introduced in the poetic memory dear, would be unforgivable to leave out of memory as the place is The House, before the book begins an experience or rather a process that traps more and more, as Bachelard would in his Poetics of Space, (1957 ), ... the value of protecting and resistance of the house are transposed in human values. Home acquires the physical and moral energies of a human body. And so as the house has passed the concept of simple geometric shape, writing and notary, has taken the form of a being, companion and advisor and why not, mother. Events happen there, through which our humanity, moments of boredom, loneliness, reflection, relaxation, affection and entertainment.
The house as a "private space" is the first human being, here he meets to plan it all inside; happens in this space daily living, encounters with mirrors, windows, walls as he is, so the house becomes a way of being, in its extension. A house is a journal that contains the complete works of a family regardless of the number of members that form, a small company that is sorted, is sorted and distributed according to their own parameters for the subspaces which in turn will identify with its inhabitants.
This place is the corner of the world is full of feelings, secrets, echoes of laughter and voices, there are woven like a spider man ages. The issue should be pursued memory as the corners of the house are just that ... corners of memory, places where domestic draw pictures, images that allude to the intimate poetry of memory and oblivion as she belongs to the world of memories. Are those same memories that give value to the house so special, especially the childhood memories that time there were no divisions all were habitable spaces and places for the game while we were banned, as they get older and We consummated the different stages of life, ranging events and experiences, thus, the concept of home has already been established is become more valuable according to the intensity of episodes.
Here are some verses, which covers dreams the memories of a childhood home, William Goyen (1954) in the House of Breath:
"think they can come into the world in a place that at first would not know name even, which is the first time and that in this anonymous place, unknown, it can grow, move until we know his name, to speak with love, you call home, to sink roots in our hosting loves to the point that every time we talk about it, we do like lovers, nostalgic charm, and poems brimming with desire " [ 1]
The shell, is the spiral that contains us, she is our mistress and we are their owners, the time has witnessed all the caresses and care that are etched in walls as a form of compensation to benefit when the city gives us not deserve. Reblujo's room, the room went into exile, the room turned into a bedroom and some are so big that it echoes silence, others by contrast, are too small to test the privacy of their residents.
For each house there is a particular concept about the order and disorder, disorder becomes part of their own codes, in this way shows the reality of individuals possibly a reflection of its interior, there is the truth of each man, outside, confused, camouflages, you lose, then this relationship "outside" and "inside" becomes magical.
Better than "throwing the house out the window" is watching the world from the bowels of the house, is the act sincere to both, "telling her to my house which Invisible Cities are still my favorite and tell the world how universal turns out to be "home."
[1] GOYEN, William. The house of breath. P. 67. Op. BACHELLARD, Gaston. The Poetics of Space
. 1957. P. 90.
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