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The House

Park 14


A site responsive project.

An open space, 

free from white walls

A living and breathing work

The House

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There is a house I see on my walk that I take most days, which is positioned next to the tramline. It catches my eye because the doors are painted a nice mint colour. Standing on its own plot of land it is much grander than the other terraced houses. I look at it because for a moment it takes me back to another time. One day, I noticed outside the house a table with some chairs propped against it so the rain would fall off.  The chairs were the type you would find in a school hall. This small detail, took me to another place…


A little cottage.

Four windows face out, one door at the side, two rooms seen through two of the lower windows.

Inside, the ceilings look low, I might have to bend a little to get in, like Alice did.

I wander.

A fireplace in one, in the other a place to prepare, to be busy.

Scattered shadows, a bit of a staircase leading us upstairs.

A bed, a chair, two perhaps. Comfortable, useful, necessary

Tidy and neat, tucked in the park at night,

Winds circulate around the house grown out of the earth

A face at the window, only for a second.

Did I see one?

An inhale, an exhale.

A hair across the face kind of a breeze lifts the washing high leaving shadowy shapes on the ground. With each lift of air, dust is swept away.

The chime of a bell, or maybe something other.



Visiting school group with the art work

Slide show

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