construction

I keep dreaming of houses.

there is a general consensus that talking about what your brain conjures up during the mysterious hours is lame, so I won't get into specifics, but I will say that this morning I'm thinking of the language of architecture - the dream provided the experience of understanding the language on a level i usually don't understand as clearly. each house was radically different - and some extreme forms of themselves. I loved these weird extreme craftsman giant buildings. I understood so personally what each one was saying. Perhaps its not unusual to dream of houses now, in my 30s, when this idea of building something for your life pervades everything.

when I used to live in the brewery in Los Angeles, my friend Dave had a particular dislike for the art walks. not because of art. but because the people who opened their doors lived inside their art. Not only was their art all over their walls all the time, but a lot of people had turned their apartment into a sort of version of their art. Walls painted thick black goo, just like the style of the art they made, you get the picture. He claimed it was like walking into their psyche. or something like that. When i think of it a blog must be the same way. In a sense when you visit a blog, you enter a space wallpapered in a persons psyche. weird. does that mean these pages have walls? how many?

is it that as soon as you perceive something, and understand different things about it, your perceptions and ideas create dimensions? how busy is the brain constructing out of perception?