Socrates Folly Skáli

“The Palace is a beautiful but unrealizable dream[,] a Mirage which calls you always[,] seen at the edge of {the} visible. But as each dream [is seen] in close examination[,] it will prove the other thing than it seemed [from] afar. [It stands on the edge of the city.] “

Brodsky & Utkin

The voyage to The Palace sheds the city as visitors navigate bridges, subways, and buses to walk to its threshold. Once there The Palace sits in front of us as an amorphic muse shifting in the winds of our foundation. Earth is its foundation. The palace moves in the space between the ground and the sky, as it edges are not sharply cut but rounded like the wind. Constructed from the sticks of our labor, the sun dances through its naked body, inviting play against the hard worked river. In The Palace, dreams of our past lie still while the future twists as we turn.

At the edge of The Palace we never see its end, we only dream of its future. What dream will The Palace unveil for you..?