Amica (1999)
Sandra
Bullock: I’m making „Inhabitation days“
Her most famous role is
the one of a loosely country girl, and so “everybody’s darling” is living in
I go through my house, let the rooms and colors
affect me. I move furniture. Put flowers from here to there. Change broken
bulbs and fix dripping water taps. I roll carpets together and outspread them
somewhere else. I sit in my favourite arm chair, browse through inhabitation
magazines and let me inspire for my next interior-shopping. Mostly I buy
antiques. The Modernity, 20’s years, 30’s years, are almost to
modern for me. Modern design doesn’t interest me. Probably I simply haven’t
studied it enough yet. From time to time I see funny things, wacky sofas or
tables. I only don’t have the courage to put something extravagant into my
rooms. Who knows if I don’t like to see them anymore after a couple of days?
Furniture isn’t something like clothes which I simply scrap when I don’t like
them anymore. I hang on furniture. When I banish a piece into the cellar, sell
it or give it away, then I really have feelings of guilt.
I love it to renovate houses and I’m actually permanently informing
myself what’s on the market. Not to become rich rather than to revive a
seemingly dead building. This is a creative act for me, which gives me
pleasure.
Of course, the house which I’m currently living in,
is pepped up extra fondly. Some of my friends are thinking that I overact it
with my living habits. In my house everything has it’s
firm position. My flat has it’s own irrevocably order.
It even makes me nervous when somebody throws a coat over a chair or when he is
spreading books over the floor: coats are belonging on the wardrobe and books
on the booktable or into the shelf. I’m very
scrupulous and nonflexible with that – one reason why it is not easy for me to
move together with someone.
My ultimate horror-vision is: this “somebody” comes with his own furniture. Suddenly my life
would take place between unfamiliar wall units,
awfully heirlooms of his granny or loveless bought coffee cups. I don’t know if
I will ever be in love enough to be able to endure that. Once, when I lived
together with somebody, it failed because of the bathroom. Men and women can
share the bed, the car or the bank account but not the bathroom. Men are
spreading some sort of disorder that is just as indescribable as insufferable.
Those beard stubbles everywhere. All these spots of
shaving-foam. And only just you have locked yourself in for a minute, they are hammering against the door because they are
feeling the urgent need to use the toilet.
I was never together with someone who is seriously interested in interior
design, someone who loves furniture with history, who is exited by craftminded details and straightforward design. Someone ho
has a feeling for things which are oozing out emotions. Wow, that would be a
man!
© 1999 by Amica
translated by Marko von der
Heide