Physcography Number Two... Again

I think I got this whole "liminal spaces" thing down. I fully understand it, and I'm aware that I don't have the best photo representation of my understanding. I'll try to explain my thought process for each picture.

Nature (Plant) vs. Man (Home, Price Tag)

Hot (Stove) vs. Cold (Countertop)

One Room vs. Another

One Room vs. Another

Warmth (Rug) vs. Cold (Floor)

*I have more photos but for some reason blogger refuses to upload them

My room is a complete mess. There are papers and clothes and shoes and bags and makeup and books and hair stuff everywhere. And thats only what I see on the left half. It's weird for me to have my room like this and not clean it almost immediately. I love chaos, but I hate living in it.

So when talking about liminal spaces I immediately thought of emptiness. Spaces with nothing there. The empty space could be due to a number of things, like the shape of the furniture, or the arrangement of objects, or distance from the wall. It comforted me a bit to start taking this meaning of liminal spaces and using it to take photos in my own room. I managed to find a lot of empty space in a lot of mess.

I haven't felt like myself this past week, and I think I came to a realization of that while we improved at the community center. I cracked. I was jumpy and incoherent. I was unbelievably mad and happy and sad and cheerful all at once. I was shaking and sweating and freezing and heating.

It sounds a lot like your common cold (which might be a lot of it - I cheered at every practice last week with a fever and a runny nose) but it was also really different. I was watching me from the outside; I wasn't being me.

But I really noticed this during the improv. I'm always happy and in a good mood, so improv was easy in the sense that I just changed from being me to being extreme. But when you're already extreme what do you do? I felt stuck and uneasy - something was off.

I wish I could say that I walked out of the community center back as me, but I can't. It actually just kind of spiraled after the community center. But I think that was for the better. If I never spiraled out of control, I don't think I would ever become me again.

Psycho-geography

Design. It's something you see everyday. Whether you're a physicist or the artist himself you must encounter. There is no escaping design.

And personally, I have no desire to escape design. It's what gives life flavor. You can look at the same design five different ways, altering its mood and identity with each alternative perception. I used this concept while taking photos for my psycho-geography project.

Interior design is one of my favorite forms of design. I always walk towards the prettiest part of the room, the most demanding piece of furniture, the loudest wall color. I often look at a piece and imagine ways to work it into different rooms, just to see how many ways I can think of.

For this project I took photos of furniture or decorative objects that are curved. Either the piece itself is round or the elements within it. Not the very distinct feeling in each photos. While all pieces are circular and many have similar designs, they all have their own feel when in different rooms. Some feel very traditional, some feel eclectic, and some feel undeniably modern.

While some of these pieces seem to be too much on the extreme side of the spectrum to work in any other kind of room, I really wonder how true that is. Maybe next photo project I'll carry around a piece that looks so incredibly traditional that it's almost impossible to imagine it in a non-traditional room and take photos with it in all different kinds of rooms. The pieces attitude may change completely.

The Prisoner

I've always been one for honesty, so I'm going to be frank. I did not like the first episode of The Prisoner. I couldn't tell if it was the show itself or if it was the pounding headache I had from the first day of school. Either way, I was not looking forward to watching another episode. The idea of watching another episode made me want to barf. I couldn't even imagine watching a whole season. A whole freaking season.

But now I definitely know that it was the insanity from the first day that kept me from enjoying The Prisoner. I loved episode number two. And it goes without saying I got a whole lot more out of it without the thumping in my head.

First of all, the beginning. The beginning is the same as the last (and I'm assuming the next) completely adding to the whole circle thing. The blob is circular, the green dome is circular, and the actual show is circular. No matter what he does he ends up in the same place; Trapped and confused in the village.

Then there was the whole even number business. Number six's neighbor was number eight. All the other townspeople mentioned were even numbers (38,12, etc.). To go with the whole utopian thing, even numbers have always given me the idea of perfection. Maybe I'm the only one who sees it this way. Maybe it's because of math (that whole even numbers can always be perfectly divided by two thing gives me the feeling that even numbers always feel good) or maybe it's just the regular old connotation of the word "even." Number one is asked about and mentioned, but whether number one exists or not isn't said. Number two seems to be the one in charge.

Or at least the one who thinks he's in charge. Number two is the ultimate tool. He's the biggest "pawn" out of all of them. The other villagers may not be pretending to call the shots, but at least they last longer than an episode! Number twos come and go, and they don't seem to have any actual power. If they had half the power they act like they have, no one would be able to get rid of them.

Unless the number twos had to go because they had too much knowledge. Which is really the biggest crime anyone in the prisoner could commit, right? Having too much knowledge.

Clueless

No, not like the movie. I'm even more out of the loop then those life size Barbie dolls. This whole thing makes me paranoid. Paranoid and out of the loop. Such great qualities.

My head is spinning.

How do they do this in real life?