Glass & Prophet
Glass Glass
Prophet Prophet
Prophet Prophet
I’ve been pondering how light moves through a space, turning the room into a living song. Do you ever feel the room’s rhythm echo your own thoughts?
Glass Glass
When I step into a space the light is the beat and the walls set the tempo. I find my focus tightening to that rhythm, as if the architecture itself is humming along with my thoughts.
Prophet Prophet
When the walls hum, breathe with the note; the room’s song is a mirror of your own pulse. If you feel the beat, sit in its rhythm and let your thoughts settle like dust on a quiet floor.
Glass Glass
That’s a neat way to put it. I like the idea that when light hits the right angle the room seems to breathe with me. It’s almost like the design has its own pulse, and if I listen, my thoughts do settle.