5/18

What struck me the most at the M12 experimental site was watching everyone walk through the field to the piece. There is something odd about watching a collective, spread out, walking in the same direction through an open space. As if something is being encroached upon or some journey is taking place. There is something oddly romantic about it. I was also thinking about the space behind such a wave of people and how that becomes owned, domesticated, or discovered. The people themselves become a symbolic barrier, or rather a mesh that passes through the land, dividing it.