space through time
How does space function in relation to time? You experience it through time, and you also experience it after time has passed through memory.
I think that experiencing a place and remembering a place, are dissimilar events. One is a real, tangible three dimensional experience which involves circumventing a prescribe route in a more or less sequential turn of events , and one involves broken apart images intermixing and changing. But, what if I keep going back to one place, what if I keep taking the same commuter rail and shooting out the same windows? What does that do to the space? Do I see it differently?
What if I revisit a place I lived in for five years? How does my documentation of it change my memory of it? This is where documentation and transformation differ as one is attempting to translate the real” images and objects which are in my line of vision and one is attempting to freeze them, alter them to suit what I want to remember. I revisit a neighborhood which I have only driven through to get somewhere else, the west side. I walk sown random streets, and try to see them again. I notice details and materials, a human scale of interaction and experience. I document Highway 5, a freeway I took innumerable times when I traveled between Los Angeles and San Francisco. I see it in a whole way, by photographing it today.
I think that experiencing a place and remembering a place, are dissimilar events. One is a real, tangible three dimensional experience which involves circumventing a prescribe route in a more or less sequential turn of events , and one involves broken apart images intermixing and changing. But, what if I keep going back to one place, what if I keep taking the same commuter rail and shooting out the same windows? What does that do to the space? Do I see it differently?
What if I revisit a place I lived in for five years? How does my documentation of it change my memory of it? This is where documentation and transformation differ as one is attempting to translate the real” images and objects which are in my line of vision and one is attempting to freeze them, alter them to suit what I want to remember. I revisit a neighborhood which I have only driven through to get somewhere else, the west side. I walk sown random streets, and try to see them again. I notice details and materials, a human scale of interaction and experience. I document Highway 5, a freeway I took innumerable times when I traveled between Los Angeles and San Francisco. I see it in a whole way, by photographing it today.
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