Wet Wood and the Dreamless Slumber
The personal project in which I attempt to evoke the certain impression of an ageing modernist villa as it appears during a rainy morning. It gets some visitors only in the high season and stays left immaculately dead for the rest of the year. One could feel the coldness of the unused fireplace and hear the creaking boards as he roams around the empty rooms. The air is dense and smells of wet wood.
