S: BOUND NATURE Sarah Crosky
FC: BOUND NATURE Sarah Crosky
1: BOUND NATURE Sarah Crosky
3: The idea: Simply, I saw the bind between human and non-human nature. Not the individual human, but the human as it is defined by the creations and structures that have built up around it. Usually, the boundaries between man-made foundations and nonhuman life are quite exact, but upon more attention, I found the web that threads the two together. I felt the metaphorical attachment, but I saw the physical one, and this is what I aimed to capture on a local and personal level. I witnessed the limit between two bounded areas, and the breaching of these barriers to form something like a bind. Raw met structure, and the design redesigned itself. It is not immediately obvious, but you can find it when you look with the right intent.
13: Process: I feel like I have to scrutinize everything that looks normal, acceptable, to me. My eyes wrap like fingers around the contours and I wonder if it’s right and who put it there. How has that root been changed by us? I am rolling up in cement that was rolled out before I ever knew it did not exist, once. And I am wondering who is doing the lying. Lying out on the flat hill of green and dirt, and I am being repelled. It is a natural feeling to have, when you are this close to your idea, when your idea is part of you. And then I use my eyes and my touch and press my lips like a child to feel the impression of my surroundings, my contacts, and my self among them all. I feel like I am picking apart the pieces of my vision and, instead of using my blind imprints of concepts—a greenhouse, a brick sidewalk—I forget them all. And what is normal becomes new.
24: Circuitry: Everyone seems to think there is some kind of separation. That we can distance ourselves if we really want to. Maybe it’s the fault of city planners for dropping clean, isolated chunks of green all over blueprints, but I think it’s more than that. Still, the roots seep over and we reach out to grasp them. Was this the goal? Or are we all experiencing a forward motion? And in this simultaneous movement, the paths cross like roots under earth. Or roots under cement. Or vines around a wire fence. We are diverging from a habitual cycle of foundation only to converge with something that we believed to have contained. We are growing in the same direction.