I have had a viewpoint for a long time. It concerns how designers create a container for themselves. This container can be their studio; it could also be their home; or perhaps some other space.
Based on their own perspectives, designers choose to express their current state and emotions through different spaces and forms. And this emotion is inevitably linked to their fundamental desires.
The designer's own home is the best choice for this purpose. Because only in their own home can most designers express and vent themselves without excessive external interference. Therefore, a designer's home is more like a mirror. It reflects very truly what you want to express from within. However, this is not necessarily always a positive act, as excessive expression and desire for display can also turn one's home into a soulless stage.
The self is also a double-edged sword. If we want to receive positive feedback from our self, we must first have the confidence and willingness to know and face ourselves. Only then can we have the opportunity to find our true stance. Because, the self has never been an excuse for overexpression; it is a process of recognizing oneself. Only after truly recognizing and accepting yourself can we find some direction for this container that is us.
For example, I am no longer just an individual. I am a husband, a father, and a designer. My family needs to find balance under these identities and premises. And with different times and spaces, there will be changes and connections. Therefore, I need to leave some space for this.
Essentially, self-awareness is a kind of self-elevation, a spiritual bridge connecting the past and the future, which enables us to break through our established cognition in reflection. Thus, one can gain true confidence.
Thus, I no longer dwell on the so-called value of a house, visual impact, or novelty. I no longer need to reinforce my identity as a designer or build my persona through a personal residence. I only wish that here, our life can be more comfortable, more convenient, and less troublesome—a place I want to return to.
For an adult, the place one wants to return to must be somewhere that allows you to let down all your guards and defenses. Because, to you, it is also a place of safety, trust, and healing. This is what living freely means.
Here, I can cook a meal, watch a movie, or play a game with my family; I can also sit quietly and listen to a song, read a book, or daydream on my own. The sunlight changes with time, freely shining into the room; plants change colors and scenes with the seasons. The boundaries between movement and stillness no longer exist, just as now, the cicadas outside the door are chirping incessantly, and I lie quietly on the sofa, knowing that midsummer has arrived.
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