Not a space that shouts with concepts, ideas, art or messages.
Not a space that wants you to buy, believe, or perform.
A space that does none of that.
It simply asks:
How are you? How do you feel?
And it gives you all the time you need to answer.
Endless thoughts. No answers. My son watching what's coming. Photo taken in Indonesia.
The Space
No screens. No stories. No noise.
A physical space, not imagined.
Not a museum, not an event hall.
A place built for your inner journey.
A walkable piece of art, yet more than art.
Thresholds mark the entry.
Not decoration, but transition.
They strip away what you carry:
roles, noise, expectations.
Inside, there is no path, no goal, no final point.
No agenda. No pressure.
Only the chance to set things down:
your questions, your doubts, your weight.
You can just be.
A hidden place in a silent forest. Photo taken in Indonesia.
What it offers.
No dogma, but faith is welcome.
No judgment. No right or wrong.It sells nothing. It gives presence.
A space for release instead of achievement.
For silence instead of noise.
For what is real instead of what is expected.
At its core:
to meet yourself without a mask.
To rest. To drift
To feel you are not alone.
This space has no religion, but your faith is welcome.
A quiet roof in the forest. A hint of what might one day take shape. Photo taken in Indonesia.
Why it matters
This is not a project in the usual sense.
It is a possibility that already exists,
because the need exists.
One day it may take form in a building.
I am looking for those
who want to make it tangible.