Two rooms had pools
I used to have whole series of dreams in a large house which changed sometimes. I never saw it as a whole from the outside but I knew it was the same one. The biggest nightmare of my childhood took place in the attic and the cellar. There were a lot of stairways and some weird ways to get from one space to another. Two rooms had "pools", one being a very deep body of water with small surface area; the other was like a flooded temple with columns, mosaics etc. As I had so many dreams in this house over the years I came to see it as the self. It changed as I and those around me changed.
The only dreams I had in the house we actually lived in there were always black-clad people moving around outside trying to find a way in.
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In my work there is a recurring miniature house, ultra simplified. I am currently building a kind of miniature cellular citadel - hexagonal prisms joined, with openings, paths.
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Worth investigating or revisiting:
Brodsky & Utkin's museum of disappearing buildings, also their glass bridge over a precipice. Hopper.
Female, artist, born 1963