Another Psychogeograhpy: Liminal Spaces

Liminal Space. It's easier to understand than to explain, but essentially it refers to the emptiness between objects, places, and beings. For my Psychogeography I chose to capture liminal space through windows.

When a window is closed it acts as a barrier. A sound barrier, a light barrier, or even an image barrier. However, when a window is open, it does the exact opposite. It turns into an entryway, allowing light and sound into an otherwise occluded space. It's almost as though a window contradicts itself. Through the simple act of sliding a piece of glass over to one side or the other, it can completely transform it's function, and reason for existence. 

I then began to think about the concept of point of view. There are two sides of a window, so a person can either be on the outside looking in, or on the inside looking out. Have you ever stood outside your house and looked in? It looks like a completely different and unfamiliar place. By simply changing the position in which you look at something, it can change your perspective entirely.

There are so many factors to consider: open, closed, inside, outside.

Who knew a piece of glass could be so complex?

To Improve at Improv

Isn't it ironic how improv with an "e" is improve, and improvisation helps you to improve your acting. This week in STAC we went to the Community Center for 3 whole periods of improv, and i most definitely improved.

With improvisation, there is no right, and there is no wrong; there are no rules. All you have to do is, not think (though easier said than done). The thing is, our whole lives we have been taught to think. Think before you act, think before you speak, and then of course, we have been taught to worry about what other people think. So how do we escape this epidemic of thinking? How can we get to a place where we will say anything, do anything,and think nothing? Well, the journey to that place is different for everybody. For me, I close my eyes, and take myself back to when I was a little kid. I remember what it feels like to live in a world of pretend and imagination, where the issue of thinking never crosses your mind. When I open my eyes, I say and do exactly what i feel (as if i was 4, and not 14). Usually, it takes me a while to get into that place, but this week at the Community Center something extraordinary happened. I walked on onto the stage, closed my eyes and instantly, I found the little four year old inside of me. This was with out a doubt the most "thoughtless" improvisation I have ever done. A huge accomplishment, and an improvement. 

My Psychogeography

Psychogeography is defined as "the study of the precise laws and specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behavior of individuals". In other words, it's how your surroundings effect the way you think, and the way you act. 

For my psychogeography project I chose to take pictures of other peoples feet.  As a dancer, I often find myself just staring at peoples feet (usually trying to determine whether or not they will have a good point, or a good turn out). I have found that different people in executing something as simple as taking a single step will do it in a very unique and individual way. It's just like if you watch 10 different dancers perform the same choreography, you will see 10 different interpretations of that choreography. By taking time to notice different peoples "interpretations" of  walking, running, jumping, ect., it can turn everyday movement into somewhat of a dance, turning the everyday into somewhat of a performance...

A Prisoner Pantoum

Since writing a pantoum was so much fun, and since I love the Prisoner, I decided to write a pantoum inspired by the Prisoner.


When colors fade to black and white.
The truth is wrong, and facts not right.
When things so close, are not in sight.
Be easier to see in dark, than in light.


The truth is wrong, and facts not right.
You know its not certain, but still, it might,
Be easier to see in dark, than in light.
Is it better, or worse, or all in spite?


You know it's not certain, but still, it might
Reveal the answer without a fight
Is it better, or worse, or all in spite?
Never seen, with a gripe so tight


Reveal the answer without a fight
Speed is still, and black is bright
Never seen, with a gripe so tight
Dreams unknown all through the night


Speed is still, and dark is bright
When things so close are not in sight
Dreams unknown all through the night
When color fades to black and white

STAC (am i actually here?)

I am proud to say i survived the first two days of STAC! As I was walking into the STAC room for the first time, not as a younger sister of a STACIE, but an actual STACIE myself, everything seemed even more foreign, and strange then ever before, and yet, I have never felt so "in" place, like I truly belonged. I have imagined what being in STAC would be like, and wondered what STAC actually was for the past 4 years of my life, and although I still don't really know, i do know this: STAC is without a doubt the coolest, craziest and most interesting class i will ever take!


So far we have watched the first episode of the Prisoner (a 1960's mini series about, I'm really not sure what), have become secret agents assigned to a secret mission, watched a clip from the second James Bond movie From Russia with Love, and learned how to cheat(artistically of course). Now, the question is; What will we do next?!