Suspended.

the richness of suspension.

subtle
vibrance
gently
shifts
suspension

subtle
1 a: delicate elusive
   b: difficult to understand or perceive : obscure
2 a: perceptive refined
    b: having or marked by keen insight and ability
   to penetrate deeply and thoroughly
3 a: highly skillful : expert
   b: cunningly made or contrived : ingenious
4: artful crafty
5: operating insidiously

vibrance
1 a: oscillating or pulsating rapidly
   b: pulsating with life, vigor, or activity
   c: readily set in vibration : responsive sensitive
2: sounding as a result of vibration : resonant
3: bright

gently
1 a: kind amiable
   b: suited to a person of high social station
2 a: tractable docile
   b: free from harshness, sternness, or violence
3: soft delicate
4: moderate

shifts
1: to exchange for or replace by another : change
2 a: to change the place, position, or direction of : move
   b: to make a change in
3: to change phonetically

1 a: to change place or position
   b: to change direction
   c: to change gears d: to depress the shift key
2 a: to assume responsibility
   b: to resort to expedients
3 a: to go through a change

suspension
1: the act of suspending : the state or period of being suspended: as a: temporary removal
   b: temporary withholding
   c: temporary abrogation of a law or rule
   d : the holding over of one or more musical tones of a chord into the following chord producing a momentary discord and suspending the concord which the ear expects; specifically : such a dissonance which resolves downward — compare anticipation retardation
2 a: the act of hanging : the state of being hung
   b (1): the state of a substance when its particles are mixed with but undissolved in a fluid or solid
      (2): a substance in this state
      (3): a system consisting of a solid dispersed in a solid, liquid, or gas usually in particles of larger than colloidal size — compare emulsion
3: something suspended
4: the means by which something is suspended; especially : the system of devices supporting the upper part of a vehicle on the axles

Disassembling the Lemon.

Veins.

Highways.

Skin.

Pores.

Oil.

Sections.

Division.

Wheel.

Succulent.

Cities of Juice Sacs, Divided into Neighborhoods.

Gated Communities.

Centralized Gathering.

Disassembling the Human.

In my vision, there are mostly objects in nature; fruit, trees, waves, salt, earth, grass, tea leaves, fire and humans. The human-made obects include bungalows, tile, tea kettles, tea cups, a gas stove, white sheets and the clothes on our bodies.

Exploring fruit will be more layered and rich than say a blade of grass. But it will also be less abstract and complex then disassembling a human. Believe me, if there was a way I could actually disassemble this human, I would.

Fruit vs. Human. I need some time to digest both.

Peach
Mullberry
Avacado
Orange
Tea Kettle
Lemon
Human.

I think I'll disassemble the lemon...

Sentence, in summary.

Subtle vibrance gently shifts suspension.

All quiet.

Sun on my face, my body horizontal, flat against the ever-moist earth. Stillness. I can smell the dirt, the sweet, thin blades of grass only inches from my face. Heavy streaks of light drape my body, only blocked by branches of lemon trees, avocados, mulberries above me. In the distance, maybe 300 feet away, I can hear rhythmic waves breaking at the feet of English tourists who come invade this haven for a week or two. I can smell the sea's salty air gently competing with the smell of earth. I meditate on the subtlety of temperatures that dance across my skin. Warm sun, cool breeze, warm grass, cool earth. I am suspended in its polarity.

My boyfriend shuffles ten feet from where I'm laying. He is making tea and looking for his journal. We are the only people within 100 feet in every direction. My eyes have been closed, but I can still feel our cabin, our bungalow behind me. Again the temperatures subtly dance; warm window sill, cool terracotta tiles, warm dishtowel sitting on the counter, cool plaster walls (every building is made of this white plaster). In my mind's eye, I imagine the blue amber flame on the stove as I hear the kettle begin a slight scream. The scream signifies its completion while our day has just begun.

The air here is both dense and weightless. Every stimulus is distinct. Every color is vibrant. The green growth, lush and alive. The fruit above my head, fleshy and bleeding. Blue patches of sky through the branches, tranquil and infinite as i fall into it. They shift from indigo to teal. Swollen lemons bursting yellow with the sun kisses. Even in my mind, the white, plaster walls of the bungalow are blinding, blinding and cool under this mediterranean, late-morning sun.

(the image below is the actual place this was written about)

Inhabitance and Taking Up Space

The dialog between flesh and spirit, the material and the immaterial worlds, have always been a source of both struggle and inspiration. From the moment I could see, I was designing the world around me; in form, in color, in sound, even in nature. We are spiritual beings that must deal with a physical world, a body, an environment, all of the apparent things that bring us together and push us apart. How are we taking up space? How are we affected by the space around us? How do we coexist with an already existing universe? In what ways are we separate? In what ways is there no separation? And how to translate our constructed environment into something subtly effective, universally digested without instruction, like music, the mere experience of a particular setting being the only catalyst necessary.

Many years ago, graphic design was the most accessible outlet for me. But after about 8 or 9 years, I became unsatisfied and uninspired. The 2D world was limiting my personal growth. I needed to be creating something tangible- objects and environments in the sensual world. I needed to be creating something real. Architecture was natural progression. I'm here to learn.