bada.casa 바다의 집 — a house by the sea
35.1028°N 129.0403°E
N° 01 VIEW — SE
Plan A — Upper Floor

A Dwelling Between Sea and Stone

01 / Philosophy

Where Architecture Meets the Sea

A dwelling conceived at the intersection of Mediterranean warmth and Korean spatial contemplation. Clean concrete planes and white plaster surfaces frame the infinite blue beyond, creating thresholds between the built and the boundless.

Every wall is a decision. Every opening, an invitation to the horizon.

02 / Materials

Plaster, Stone, Light

White-washed walls absorb the golden hour. Sandstone steps descend toward salt air. Terracotta tiles underfoot carry centuries of craft. Each material is chosen for how it ages with the sea wind — growing more beautiful with time.

White Plaster #f8f6f2
Sandstone #d4c5a9
Terracotta #c67a4b
Concrete #b8b4a8
03 / Structure

Geometric Openings

Every window is a composition. Rectangular voids cut into thick walls become frames for the landscape beyond. The architecture does not compete with the view — it curates it, selecting precisely what the eye will find.

04 / Dimensions

Measured Space

12.6 m Ocean-facing facade
3.20 m Floor-to-ceiling height
2.40 m Window frame width
47° Solar orientation angle
8.10 m Courtyard depth
0.40 m Wall thickness, west elevation
Section — Courtyard

마당

the courtyard between sea and stone

Plan B — Lower Floor

Light, Sea, Time

05 / Light

Following the Sun

Morning light enters from the east, casting long shadows across plaster walls. By afternoon, the rooms glow amber. At dusk, the sea becomes a mirror — and the house, a lantern on the cliff edge.

06:00 Dawn
12:00 Zenith
18:00 Golden
22:00 Night
06 / Sea

The View Never Repeats

Each moment, the sea presents a different composition of color and motion. Still mornings show a flat plane of silver-blue. Storms bring dark geometries of wave against rock. The architecture holds steady while the view transforms endlessly.

View — East elevation, 16:42 KST
Horizon — 60% viewport

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

— Jacques Cousteau