The foyer, into which the front door leads to, is a spacious hallway. The walls are covered with a pale ivory silk, which has subtle black pinstripes running through it. One huge painting dominates the left wall as you enter. It's a cubist painting of a woman eating an apple, the male figure in the background and the blocky suggestion of diffused light coming from above, immediately identifies the painting as a somewhat peculiar interpretation of Original Sin. The painting is not anything anyone has ever seen, but the brushwork and the flawless mastery of the style denotes it as a clear masterpiece. Just looking at it would no doubt make one feel as if Christianity has had it all wrong. Eve and Adam in the background, both look to be utterly innocent, perhaps a bit mischief, but child-like in their rebellion. The radiance from above isn't soft, however, it doesn't recall to mind parental love or tender chastisement. The light is cold, unforgiving and somehow unyielding, harsh in the extreme on such a simple act of childhood disobedience. The floor is covered in muted, yet thick and cushy carpeting that blends the same soft ivory and black that is on the walls. The light that comes into the room from the foyer is turned into radiant beams of prismatic rainbows, as the window panes are made of cut glass....like the finest crystal.
The living room is filled with those somewhat dazzling rays of multi-coloured light, barely diffused by the sheer silver curtains covering the windows. A massive armoire dominates the room, done in a faintly Asiatic style, it's a pale cherry, not pink, but not quite red either. Burned into the wood is an astoundingly intricate design comprised of lean, graceful birds and apple blossoms. The design is shockingly lifelike, so much so that if seen from the corner of one's eye, the birds appear to move. Set before this is a low, comfortable looking couch covered in pale gray suede, also vaguely Japanese in its gentle lines and somewhat organic form. The walls are sponge painted with a blending technique that melds the pale red and gray together in a muted, but pleasing backdrop. The floor in this room is covered in shoji mats, soft and spongy under the feet. The two armchairs on either end of the couch are covered in a satiny fabric of some odd, yet lovely colour between the red and gray. The room is almost stark in its lack of clutter, but the overall feel is relaxing. Looking up, one would find a mural of pale pink apple blossoms falling to the right of the room...onto the form of a nude Asian woman bathing in moonlight.
The bedroom of a Sex God would of course be recognized as something that should be decorated with extreme care. And Damien's is perhaps the pinnacle of bedroom beauty, combined with the sensual. Every scent is put into play in this room, everything lovely and seemingly part of some grand picture that is just out of reach. The bed dominates the center of the room, larger than any bed has a right to be, but breathtaking none-the-less. The frame is obviously hand carved, and seemingly from a single tree, as if it was sculpted. It is in the form of a tree stump, with roots curling fluidly around and down to make the legs and trails all about the room like some sort of living spirit, claiming the bedroom back from Damien. Looking at it straight on is like gazing into the soul of Mother Nature herself. The wood has been carved with a masterful had, coaxed to take its most idealized form. Hidden among the tangled roots, one catches glimpses of eyes, tails and other signs that animals live within the wood as well, each one carved with perfect detail, and given life by the carver�s hand. They seem never to stay in the same spot, and while once you may see a fox tail, the next moment it will be the eye...or the muzzle. Rabbits, fox, deer, and even elves and sprightly creatures frolic within that massive work of art. The sheets are of an emerald silk, and embroidered with intricate design that mimics nature's leaf pattern almost to a startling degree. The floor is covered in a rich, earthy brown carpet, like moist soil. The walls are formed into one large, masterful painting of a fairy forest, done so achingly well that one wonders if they could simply walk off into that place and dwell with the half-glimpsed creatures peering from behind painted trees and over painted hills. The ceiling is draped in a rich, emerald silk, like the bed, and it too mimics the appearance of a canopy of sunlit leaves. The windows cover the entire far wall, sending their dazzling rainbows to dance over the room like sunlight through raindrops. The scent of such soil, sunlight and flourishing plant life permeates the room, from someplace unknown. And, faintly, there is the sound of a brook, rushing languidly over rocks, barely covering the sound of rustling leaves and the faintest sound of sweet laughter, as if the room were hiding quiet little creatures of light and magic.
The kitchen is rather mundane in comparison to the rest of the house, which can be a sort of relief for the eyes. The floor is black marble with slivery white veins running through it. The counters are brushed chrome, and they look as clean as an operating room. The walls are covered with black pinstriped silk, pinstripes in that same silvery white as the floor. The vast amounts of professional appliances are all in dusted chrome and black. Opening off this room is a small dining area, quite cozy, and yet large enough for at least 6 people to be seated comfortably. The table is of black marble on steel legs made to look like the chrome in the kitchen. The chairs of that same steel, but with comfortable looking black silk cushions. The entire place is strikingly modern and almost technical, except for the far wall behind the table, which is an abstract painting of a rainbow of colours all blended and faded together in a vaguely organic form. It's almost refreshing after the intensity of the other rooms. |
