･:*  n a ï v e t é 

It was pretty bright / Up on the Rainbow Bridge tonight . . .




Rock dove, rock dove, rock dove
If you're falling, flap your wings !

On this work by 林東鵬 It captures one sense of the soul of my house & the house of my soul, a space capable at times of impossible emptiness and distances. . . .
        But it's bigger than that. In reality, the design of homes like this one originates in the desire to "elevate domesticity and the nuclear family" ( from some history of the suburbs book ). Falling short of domestic bliss is shown as something more ; after all, the piece doesn't aspire to brooding sadness.
        The world of the work is full of wonder : don't forget : the house is literally magical : rooms drift apart to negotiate the sky like painted clouds. What keeps them all afloat ?

I turned the pages solemnly and then
with a winning smile the boy
with naïveté succeeds.
At the final moment I cried.
I always cry at endings.
Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all . . .