“we have confirmed in general that the dream does continue the motivation and interests of waking life� - Sigmund Freud [The Interpretation of Dreams]
Forward A good night sleep is vital for an efficient individual. A dream, regardless of its impressiveness, is a sack of beautiful hiccups. The beauty does not arrive with general accuracy, but rather with its dynamics of glitch and chaos. These dynamics are not necessarily just dramatic, but rather are dynamics of both subtlety and ordinariness + spectacle and excitement. In reality, glitch unsettles us. Stitches merely a method of joining seams and fragments merely a broken piece from a whole. The site aims to attract the ‘lacking’ individuals of the city, to become a mass production pump house for ‘alert and satisfied’ persons to distribute into the city, adopting dream qualities spelled out by Sigmund Freud in his book, the interpretation of dreams. Each visitor will ‘fall asleep’ at the entering of the site, stroll through a pleasant dream - safely lost and deliberately disorientated, then ‘awaken’ at the exiting of the site, alert and satisfied.
7 Desires and 7 Functions 1) To form groups; safety A place of (egocentric) assembly 2) To reproduce and nurse; the foundation instinct of sexuality A place of (allusive) encounters 3) To be comfortable; avoid death or injury A place of (reckless) relaxation 4) To be liked; our instinct to reproduce A place of (pretentious) reflection 5) To fund, to feed, to provide; co-operation and competition A place of (competitive) collaboration 6) To build or find shelter and protect A place of (reclusive) territory 7) To strive, to climb, to compete, to enquire A place of (exhibited) transcendence
approach
Commuters step off the train, the bus, the ferry, the car, and their feet are greeted with the grit of runners of grass. The ground of the precinct is an open garden, with trees of columns and canopies of the building floating above - it is filled with people waiting, a place of transfer, a place of transit. A place to pass, or a place to merely stumble upon.
The only elements of the building deeply rooted to the ground are the cores of the three towers, extruded, twisted and connected into a frame, a frame of a puppet show, where every floor, every wall, every door are hooked to, and suspended from. From the frame hangs the dream sphere’s own sun, reflective crystals collecting and beaming light from ray absorbers on the side.
overhead display window
The fringe of the garden is embellished with a skirt of dense spectrum of fragrance – an overhead window with displays of ridiculously beautiful things. Perfume bottles swing down within hands reach of the viewers on ground, penetrating down from limitless layers above. Each layer an apparent bustle, silenced by the inverted enclosure.
extractor
The light from above draws all vision to the above, where the suspended sun, or the moon of the site beams down through series of curled layers. Slotted between the layers are panoramas of things – endless psychedelic ribbons of things to see, things to do, things to buy. One luring finger peels down onto the garden, tippy-toe, ready to stitch back up. Captivated, walkers become dreamers as they root their feet on the grasp of the escalator, watching their world of time and ethics compresses under their falling horizon line.
Dreamer falls seamlessly into sleep - the entry in to the within does not pronounce itself. They are cascading sheets of crystal clear glass, pivoting around reflective wires, dotted along and holding up the ring of path. Dreamers flicker on and off as they weave in and out, each movement from one frame of wire to the next a different colour of the spectrum. A series of time frames, a rhythm of senses.
the richest experiences happen long before the soul takes notice. - d.Annunzio
Gruen Transfer : The moment when consumers enter a shopping mall and, surrounded by an intentionally confusing layout, lose track of their original intentions.
With just one clear entry in and out, dreamers will be deliberately disorientated, safely lost in a dream, distracted by each time frame of sensual welcomes, losing track of time, losing track of money.
alluring encounters
Air drenched in spicy light, and lusciously dense seared scent waves its tempting charm, as a series of black arches appear at the corner of the eye. Promenade Tastefully dressed men and women glide down a panorama of a runway, exchanging silent eye contact with those watching from below. They first appear at the head of the room, buffing through thick, dimly lit air pressed in between a series of doorless arches. With the passing of the final arch, a flood of red pours in their vision, charred scent grips on their nose, scratching their appetite. Their feet skim down a trip-free, fall-free decline - blinking on and off as they weave through strips of black columns. Meat Window A glass box soars up and carries the pitch black ceiling, zipped and sealed with undulating beams. It envelopes displays of blood red cuts of meat, hooked to their own vertical pole. Fingers select and point at their desired cut at the foot of the exhibition, where a man in black enters the box, slices a chunk and exits.
“The sheer size too, the excessive abundance, scale, and exaggeration of dreams could be an infantile characteristic .... do not know the meaning of enough“
reckless relaxation
Series of white stone plates from above ascend from the ground. Select and follow one climb, there is a man half draped in plush white fabric, nestled on a cloud of mezzanine – punctuating the slurred fog of air. He caresses each numbing droplet of herby mist on his skin, whilst gazing down at the serene milky waters below. The water, in a plate of warmed white marble, has scatters of quiet disturbance – wwhere icy teal fluid columns soar up into the beyond, into the limitless above, from the light absorbing box, mutedly rumbling as they drink up water from the sea. Distress of the city is distant here, it is the place of absolute purity, a patch of flawless virtue.