I've been looking forward to share my bachelor project with you! After all, I have the luck of having the nicest followers that always support my work :) You have no clue of how thankful I am of that.
As some of you might remember, I started out this project with what I call a dreamspace and I looked into how people cleared their head and sort of freed their inner child. From that I was thinking about a babies first creative toy; the cubes (or maybe some call them blocks?).
Then my project stumbled into how we interact with furniture. What furniture we touch and interact with every day and what furniture or objects we very seldom touch. I also looked into what objects our guests touch and things they wouldn't touch (like opening our private drawers or looking inside our bathroom cabinet). I thought the privacy behind doors, however small or big, was interting. And what would then happen if you put something playful on a door? Would visitors allow themselves to open this door because it invites to play?
When leaving our home we are often stressed by time. We're running of to somewhere and trying desperately not to be late. I feel however that we're often watched by our clocks. They're these big faces looking down at us from high up on the wall. Are we really looking at time or is time looking at us?
In my furniture I wanted a friendly little reminder of time. I put in a vintage little clock (from a wristwatch) on the lower part of one of the doors. This way you have to bend down and really chose to see the time. Because my project is a lot about finding that playful mind of a child and children really don't stress about time the way we do.
I was really stressed during my presentation yesterday. I was presenting by the end of the day so I had time to stress myself to max during the day. I prefer to present my things first because then I can stay confident while I speak. But the longer I have to wait the worse it gets. So when it was my time my throat has so dry I could hardly speak. I also got what we call in swedish a lid in the ear, I don't know how you say this in english. But you know when one ear closes and you can hear yourself in your head while you speak (going crazy confused)? So there I was, couldn't really hear myself and couldn't really speak. Luckily I think the teachers liked my project anyway.