Suspended Reality
The line that we have to walk is conveniently placed along the paths that I walk everyday. From class, to swim practice, to the dinning hall, I find myself repeatedly crossing the line. This idea of “crossing the line” made me think of what other lines can be crossed, not so much in a physical sense, but more of a mental sense. Suspension as I discussed earlier is the blocking or prevention of something. When a person suspends reality, they cross the line into a world of fantasy.
As I walked the line I tried to collect a record of places where reality could be suspended.
The parking lot near the gym has been closed off to cars. Now all that remains of the once grassy field is patches of dejected brown vegetation and lakes of clumpy mud. The mud sort of reminded me of a lake. Instead of ugly and hazardous, lakes invite people to interact with them and allow plant life to flourish. Building off of this idea I took the parking lot and placed row boats from central park in the center.
Sometimes when I walk through the woods I get the feeling that the trees are watching me. Like the feeling you get when you think someone is behind you and there is really nothing there. But what if the trees could see you? Where would their eyes be?