When I began studying decoration, a teacher said to me: - the saddest of our profession, is that the better you make your work, the more inadvertent it will go on to the eyes of the others, but if you commit a mistake, will repair the whole world in him-.
A few years have gone on from that one and today I sign this phrase like mine. But I have not found the conviction of this reality in the street, but in myself.
On having logged in in any space, the first place to which my eyes go is to the bug. It will be a professional distortion but it is something inevitable, although it consoles me to know that it is something that happens to 99 % of the decorators.
That's why it is a marvel to come to a site dominated by the beauty and the perfection. He supposes that that your mind does not have to work searching the mistake and the later answer. The beauty and the perfection of the decoration relaxes the mind of the decorators. The beauty is our leakage valve. A necessary feature to manage to disconnect of every day, in that we process of obtaining perfect spaces for the one who lives through them, and admirable for the one who sees them.
Since this is precisely what I have been doing these days. To relax my mind. During the last weeks my work rhythm has been frantic, and he needed to stop a little. A few good friends took charge of it, and sent me a few days out of house.
The local beauty it has made this maxim real. There were no mistakes, the decoration was perfect, the colors in the suitable dose, no bug of measurements, not of uncomfortable narrow steps, a perfect vision from any of the windows, space for everything, sufficient but not aggressive lighting … after the first glance to the environment, my mind relaxed completely. He did not have to "arrange" anything, only to enjoy it.
This brings to the head a commercial that these days expresses the television. A man has the inevitable habit of counting the calories of any food that falls down in your hands. When he wants to relax it consumes products that do not have them. Since it does not have already to count, your mind relaxes.
Nevertheless, this one, like almost all the vocational professions, they usually practise 24 hours a day. The decoration consists of solving problems. Problems of space, of measurements, of distribution, of needs, of light, of feelings and sensations … Some of them are problems of technical answer, like the problems of space, of step or of measurements. In others the necessary answer is more human, the part most known about the profession, that of the colors, the accessories …
But I am not going to cheat, inside the most absolute perfection, the determination of any decorator to you in the search of the mistake, it will do that it finds it. And I was not going to be less.
The entrance hall was enormous, full of columns, with carpeted soils, large windows with a few impressive conference … but ualá!! There was she, an impressive lamp of chandelier replete with crystal tears … with an indisputable beauty but in an absolute background.
In the first one, a heap of completely new sails, without wax drops, and without at least having burned the wick. The lamp was remaining completely secret after this wax museum.
My mind has relaxed, perhaps in excess during these days, and now I am thirsty of criticism. Unfortunate or fortunately, the bug, for minimum that is is the protagonist of almost all the decorations and with a simple walk along any part, I will satisfy completely my thirst.
You photograph: Roche Bobois, Vivre, Bretz, to Nongo, Salva Decoracion
For Olaia Pellón
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