Built for tenants that cannot settle, daydreamers, clouds hunters, stars stalkers and for your ever-evolving mood, walac. medallions explore an undiscovered territory in your house.
With this new generation of wall and ceiling medallions, walac. wants to weave stories between design, sculpture and architecture.
By Adeline Duong
My ceiling is the sky opened to the rest of the world – my ceiling is digging under my eyes.
I will put the medallion in the centre to fix my thoughts.
I will take my bed for a solitary island and this solitary island for a heavy ice floe. On the ice, we see the images better. Lying down on a planetarium floor like a kid, alone. I will do an angel in my head. Arms and legs stretched out.
I will not move until the medallion closes on my brain. Gentle and in spirit. Geometric and structure-less fascination. The contour of each dream will bear my imprint, and will not: I will let myself be overpassed by the images. I will step over them progressively as I observe. I will be really here. Lying down all along.
The medallion will turn white to black to navy blue – one colour at the time.
Me, I will continue to stay awake inside the dream, screwed to what does not exist yet.