How different is the inside air of one house from another.You enter and get surrounded by vibrations. It's not just smells that are particular to a place, but also the feelings you can sense, although in a more subtle way. Love, hope,joy, fight - all that a beating heart shares with the universe arround.
The houses of elder people, with their stillness like a silent awaiting for something. Time seemingly unchanged - frozen in memories, gadgets modern tens of years ago and some lavender perfume. Silence of wisdom and unspoken regrets.
The houses of young couples, where love shows itself in the partnership of objects - hers and his. In the fallen petals of the flowers in the vase. In the untidy mixture of CD-s, car keys and lipstick. Echoes of passionate whispers laying like stardust on everything...
The houses where somebody is sick and you feel it from the moment you step in. Where silence is never a peaceful rest, but creeping in like a thief, bringing in sighs and tears quickly wiped out. Or maybe just a suspension in a no-time, no-space. Thoughts rambling over and over, revolving arorund the same issue. Why?How?
And houses with children or young animals.Life rushing and exploding in every luminous second. In the objects spread all over.In the constant impermanence of the order. The joy and simplicity of laughter and cry. Where silence is the temporary pause in between sleeping, like a breath-in moment before another run...
