I pushed the half-closed door open and went inside. Before me stood two towering, parallel walls enclosing a long, narrow corridor with multiple doors placed symmetrically, leading to further rooms. The fine material of the walls, their luminosity, the patterned tiled floors, the ceilings, the layout of the rooms, the light reflecting through the little windows and the coloured panes; everything moved me deeply. Despite the evident traces of neglect or even desertion, the interiors of the house were naturally welcoming, as well as having a certain pull that promised something out of the ordinary.
I packed my things and went back there half a year later, just to stay still for a while. I got rid of most of the unecessary furniture. On the walls only some hooks that remained, having been put up a long time ago, haphazardly, here and there…. each one different.
The first object I came across was a piece of grey cardboard that was perfectly ripped, as if by design, but in fact just discarded accidentally, in circumstances unknown. I looked at it for a long time; finally, it ended up on the wall. Not on a hook, but just beside it, stuck on with tape. After a while, out of the entire mass of the new reality that surrounded me, I subsequently pulled out fragments of wood, thin aluminium sheets, glass and plastic. At first, most of the objects were of a similar size. I would choose a place for them on a wall or put them on the tables. They would thus acquire a new function. They found me in more or less obvious places; around the house, on my way to the countryside, in the car park, by the ocean. I didn’t look for them; I wasn’t even interested in the search itself. They would simply appear out of the blue. Even though there was no special selection criteria, there was always a certain selection process. The collection was never huge; it grew very slowly and irregularly. Over time, the objects left the house and went out into the open. Here they were accompanied by an old car that had been parked there from the very outset and a pile of ceramic roof tiles. I also dragged two floaters from a pedalo boat that I had found in the garden out into the yard and added a transmission belt, which I would move around from time to time. Therefore, the scale of the objects kept changing. But the biggest change came when, quite unwittingly, a gigantic tree growing against the wall appeared on the list. It was a mature rubber tree that blocked out half of the sky. From that point onwards, I was very close to considering the old house itself as a found object, in particular, all of its walls which had so mesmerized me on the very first day, compelling me to go back there, and stay for good.