A Tiny Space to Call Home

Sounds: Birds, super-souped-up car engines
Sights: Warehouses, sculptures, a giant Indian Chief
Smells: Cedar, pine, pencil shavings
Textures: Wool, metal,
Taste: Coffee, wasabi peas

Last month’s Destination Journal was set in a very unusual and poetic space, one with pavement and cedar surroundings.The backdrop: a trampoline center, bead warehouse, church, sculptures, a thoughtfully curated Dwell-magazine-worthy shed, made entirely of repurposed materials. Caroline, Brittany, and I only scratched the location’s surface —via a golf cart ride and guided tour of the massive property. But this visit created a shift in perspective. The buildings and concrete books (a small set planted on the site, created by Brynsley Tyrrell—a larger quantity can be found in his spectacular installation, Behind the Brain Plaza, at Kent State University ) held so many personal stories. A woman loves beads, so her husband finds a space for her to sell them. A father grows older, so his son moves across the country to spend more time with him. Spaces are living journal entries—we move within and around them, sharing, remembering, and retreating.