- EMILIE WILLOW Ω -

Where Music Finds Its Perfect Home


PROJECT 
OVERVIEW

Where Music Finds Its Perfect Home


PROJECT OVERVIEW

Literally inspired by a dream I had just had, the place was sumptuous. The owner of the place, in exchange for good treatment, had allowed me to stay there in his absence. I fell asleep in the small room at the end of the corridor, a room that seemed to have stopped in 1988, but the pretty 1988. The bed was small but long enough for me to lie down completely. The bed sheet was thin and soft, the window open to the outside world. There were some noises, but sleep quickly came. I had obviously dreamt of her. I can't remember what it was about, but the emotion associated with it is seared into my memory. It's like falling in love in a dream. When you wake up, it can be unsettling because the dream was so intense. I know this state, I fled from it for several years. The hypnagogic state, a shape, a colour, a sound, a sensation. All of this is mixed together, and a tennis ball can become a field of wheat in a fraction of a second. It's so beautiful and intense, it's almost like cheating. It's like being in a living impressionist painting. You can control it as much as you can't. The feeling of falling is more real than life itself, and the experience of certain situations can turn out to be true in real life. Not that the hypnagogic experience isn't real, but it remains a projection. In my dream, I'm riding a special motorbike.