Unbalanced Bookshelves

As I continually return to the marble bench underneath the Athenaeum, I am struck by certain things: The changing temperature of the bench The way in which I interpret the scenery differently depending on weather The way in which I interpret the scenery differently depending on my mood This made for a more focused observation…

The alley near my house

Mar. 3, 2019 The following is transcribed from an audio recording, and edited for clarity: After a dry snowfall followed by a period of warming, cooling, icy rain, the snow has changed from a blanket, a soft homogenous covering layer, to a craggy icescape. The immediate area is a sort of boxed in alley, between…

Sunflower Median

Part one: 2/27 I chose to observe the grassy median between South Main St. and Water St. north of the Dollar St., the median that was first transformed into a field of sunflowers almost three years ago. While each summer the space is resurrected, when I visited it all seemed long dead; it was dry,…

Nestled

Enter between buildings. This space shaped by brick and trim, glass, concrete, metal. A short wooden fence painted by climbers, who leafless, are kelp-like. A ring of trees around a betweenness taking form. It is respite. Shadows splay across white ground and red wall, inverted constellations. Branches nude like tentacles test the air, tangle like…

Observations of Change

03/03/19 Wayland Square The junction where Angell St meets together and splits up Haptic Observations Breeze is cold, but the sun is hot. There’s so many different intensities of light entering my eyes (direct/reflected natural, bright/dark artificial) Chair feels cold, but then warmed by my body. Visual Observations Trees don’t move at first glance. Observing…

Construction

The wind blows in all directions with the birth of a new building in the neighborhood. I imagine wind currents have to learn their way around. Perhaps changing direction is hard for wind too. Gusts of wind smack against partly erected windows looking for a way to go through rather than around. It is very…

Observation of Change One

I chose to observe in Witherby Park, where I am always drawn to the tall and various trees that assemble a spotty forest amid a steady grid of one-way streets when in bloom. There are no paths marked into the grass. The trees and benches are scattered and appear casual in their situating, perhaps abandoned…

Observation #1: 4:37 PM, Hope Street

there are moments that are pulled into nonexistence as they come to be, non-moments, the space between nodes of awareness. the street is painted with marks of time, water frozen and melting, stains like grease on cloth, piles of snow with brown edges, as if they decay before melting, melting is rebirth. death is an…

Observation of a place #1

My place of observation is located near Andrews commons on the north west end of Brown University’s campus. I conducted this observation on Monday, February 25th at 11:00am when the wind speeds were at an all-time high and the weather was 30˚F. Sitting outside for 20 minutes and making observations was especially daunting being a…