Mila Medic

Environments which may be imperfectly understood.
Inside out, outside in.

I need space,
(Maps).

Office Chapel.
The rhythms of a place dictate my thoughts.

Objects arranged to speak a language I can almost understand, or a sphere of possibility.
Rhyming words with fake feelings.
Hello Phantom.

Lobby, escape lounge.
Pragmatic function, constructed world, over-concentrated, neurotic.

Scale frictions that are well known to be improbable, but which are nevertheless believed to serve a purpose.
The mobility is halted like an instant photographic exposure.

Systems in play.
Strange middle-land.
Like blinds, never eye to eye.

A building is interpreted as a mode of thinking.
An array of items in a system to be a mental organisation. I can move objects to do this based on their indescribable physical and mutual coherence.

Grouped systematically and guided upwards.
Feels like Holiday Inn.



Diverting a different attention to my surroundings.
Best smelling in the elevator