Early this morning, Ken and I were having breakfast with his aunt, chatting about history and society and the future – how the Internet has shaped our culture and what might be next for our tiny corner of the world. And we couldn’t help but feel a pull to nomadic living – a tech-free existence with a smaller footprint and bigger rucksack, ready to roam parts of this world we haven’t yet considered.
And although my mind immediately drifts to the creature comforts I’d miss: hot showers, a cheese-filled refrigerator and a drawer full of very black mascara, I also think there would be something beautifully freeing about the experience. And so of course, Chmara Rosinke’s living cube is rattling around in my brain this afternoon.
Chmara’s project, titled 2,5³ is a minimal living cube designed to revolutionize social canons and mobile living structures. “A negation of consumerism and the idea of contemporary nomadism led us to various visionary concepts like modular microh0uses,” the girl-and-dude designer duo (who are both under 30, btw!) write. “We just need less space, as there are less books, less paper, no fax, no television and so on.”
And it’s so true. Our world is growing increasingly digital, but we’re still low on space. I often wonder what we’re filling our homes with, if not paper? What exists in our cabinets, our garages – our headspaces? Looking around, I spot dusty craft supplies and gently-worn shoes and must-have kitchen gadgets – all so far from necessity. Things that pile up and stack high, building a nest of objects around us so to provide comfort and security.
But like any good bird knows, we have to leave the nest to fly high.
“We want to move, to travel, to take new jobs, be more independent,” Chmara Rosinke writes. “So we have to minimize our belongings and habits.”
Their cube consists of a desk that converts to a kitchen, a rolling cupboard that unfolds into a table, a cupboard for clothes, mirror, drawer and chair/cube combination. My mind immediately wonders where my art collection would live, or where I might stash my cocktail rings and magazines and inspiration boards.
But then I picture myself wandering through the streets of Rome, chatting on a veranda in Italy. Dining in my parent’s backyard in southern Indiana. And I suppose that’s all the inspiration I’ll ever need – a movable art collection of memories, decorated with cocktail rings of adventure and a living inspiration board of perspective.
I’m sure I could find a rucksack big enough to hold each.
Image Credits: Chmara Rosinki