In a place devoid of time and function, architectural matter dissolves into a dreamlike language made of pure forms and muted colors. Where the absence of narrative details windows, people, objects amplifies a sense of abstraction and silence.

What I\’m dreaming does not represent a real space, but a mental one fragile and motionless, as if it had just surfaced from a dream. It evokes an emotional lightness and a longing for escape, transforming the structure into a symbol: an imaginary refuge where the gaze can wander and rest.