EN: A life of solar cycles, where one wakes up and goes to sleep guided by the movement of the sun. The cyclical nature of this experience takes our hypothetical couple through numerous meaningful experiences that seek to ground and bring a sense of place and time. Conditioned by the passage of the sun across the sky, the cycles of day-night and the seasons, as well as by how our daily routine relates to the use of space, the house is not settled to some generic present but relates to the rhythms of time. A moment captured both for an instance and for eternity; A repetition, yet somehow always slightly different. Shadow plays its part in the circadian rhythm by creating meaning, while the light inspires joy.     
Starting from the bedroom, the gentle nudge of the sunrise opens one’s eyes. Nature and life all around begin to slowly move, and so the house seems to be breathing, yet again. Our couple descends, and a new day commences.     
Sunrays that bounce from and flow through water create a dance of shadow and light throughout the entire house. A meditative state of calm takes over. Breakfast turns into a restful experience, as the movement of both light and shadow almost hypnotizes one, and grounds them into everlasting tranquillity. The rest of the day paints the inside with contours of vegetation and movement, and projects to the outside the life enjoyed within this house. As the wind caresses each plant, wall and fabric, the house inhales. An organism of translucent skin, it shows what is within, but only where desired so. As the sun moves and changes colour, the house exhales. Our couple takes notice, and time seems to slow down. Upon ascending towards the bedroom, preparing for the night, they observe their shadow, projected by the sunset. They see themselves and so, they are reminded that they...are. A memento vivere, set out to encourage one to reminisce upon this wonder which is called life.       
And so, it all ends, yet again, in the bedroom, where the stars reign over the sky above our couple, reminding them of the immense depth of the universe. As they close their eyes in this singular, infinite moment, they know they are bound to wake once again, bathed in the warm, red light of the sunset.