“Macking, Meaning, Meandering“
The idea of the project emerged from the analysis of objects, on a 1-1 scale, that do take part in the life of a house. An American chair, A Japanese window, and a European tree. The different objects suggest the life inside (culture), the threshold (in between), and the perspective (nature). Accordingly, a journey of meandering between the macking and the meaning ended up with the writing of the ghost chapter of a not existing novel in which the object plays a significant role.
Stephen Albert*
A laberynth of rails-
 
He is a restless person. Calm and balance disturb him a little. However, he is lonely. He never married or had children. And now, already retired, he has little to do. Maybe that explains his desire to collect chairs. Within the collection, his favorite is an uncomfortable chair, without back, cold, where the feet do not fit, and the body after 5 minutes asks for a change. But precisely its function does not matter to him. What is attractive is its modularity. With few tools he spends the day, remembering his childhood with a Lego, assembling, and disassembling the chair. A few years back, he moved to the country. Being retired in a city created in him too much anxiety. Now, surrounded by nature, seasons have become his watch, his time. However, he is extremely frustrated about not being able to speed it up. That is why he mainly hates summer: eternal days, cloudless sky, and all the same shade of green. On the contrary, his favorite season is autumn since, in reality, it is short-lived. It is fast. One week yellow, one week red, and that’s it. In general, he has little affection for nature. He feels vulnerable outside and that is why he prefers going to his backyard, a controlled landscape where he feels safe. The exception is in his backyard where there is an old friend, a European oak. He is obsessed with the bark and its texture and loves the leaves that seem to be drawn by a kid. Moreover, his house is almost an alter ego of his personality. Inspired by Japanese windows, it is a labyrinth tailored for a restless person who seeks or, rather, needs, to be in constant motion. It is a pavilion full of rails where partitions, curtains, glass, and meshes slide daily trying to please their owner. His neurosis is mixed with a certain degree of dissatisfaction: too sunny, too cold, too windy, too warm, too dark… In his solitude, within this compulsive routine, he spends his days moving from one place to another, changing things around, or simply sitting on the floor, playing with his chair while the sun falls again.
*This novel Chaprter is based on the Garden of Branching Paths by Jorge Luis Borges: How Stephen Albert live?
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