1. Apparatus: Reusable Water Bottle Vessel Vial Twisting Filled Scuffed The relationship between the intellectual and the imaginary is very much constituted in this creative process. Color, texture, material, and multidimensional forms of expression to represent the machine existent within this aluminum bottle. 2. I begin thinking about the different systems in place here. Powerlifter, Olympic weightlifter, Cardio enthusiast, Loiterer, Resident trainer, I would wish to say cleaner. Electrical, Structural, aesthetically highlighted by the candy apple red, System of the fight between the contrasted shiny acrylic walls, Communication. Culture. Noise. Visually, a lot of lost eyes, a constant exchange of glances. Almost all are frequently searching until that 30 second exercise. So focused, it’s programmatic. Most of those here are hard at work, their body is a machine. Most of the occupants in this room find this architectural body a second home, visiting 5-7days a week. This is routine. This is life sustained within a building as a cultural and spiritual hemisphere. A sanctuary for frustration and strength. Boundaries are existent and I imagine the unspoken etiquette of space. They are not explicitly listed nor required but it is of cultural and social significance. The gazing enthralled people, the half focused mind, constantly in an equilibrium of thought and zen. What is the relationship between everyone? A community here. A significant communal space, a hub for culture. Twosomes swapping conversation between threesomes and groups. The three non communicative stragglers today but everyone else actively exchanging. Figures from once space interact with figures outside of this space. Outside becomes inside through humorable moments. 3. I could believe it if my mother told me we were driving in the car for over two hours. The highways in Orlando can feel like that. Once we finally arrived at the destination I felt an uncanny presence. The building is wrapped in a mural but its location is remote. I can remember observing the pale blue exterior adorned with lifelike imagery of a variety of Florida species. This Everglades scene is intended to serve as an introduction for the experience one is about to encounter. At my age I still hadn’t made the connection. Once inside this small box I am impressed with how spacious the interior seems. It’s a small gift shop full of relics, curios and Florida tackiness. It smells of pine in this shop though not initially pungent. I turn a corner in the quiet shop to encounter a four foot pig laying on the ground, content with his life. As I made my way through the shop there is a small reptile farm in the back. Out the back doors and I am smacked with the Florida humidity. It can leave you speechless, even for residents. An arm sticks out and I take it as I step on the airboat. Initially it feels stable but as he turns the motor on I can feel the shaking initiate. We ascend into the water. At first all I can think about is the strong wind whipping my hair around until I restrain it. Then I can smell the musty, humid subtropical wetlands. I can smell the marsh and the tall grass combined with the smell of wet air. I hear the loud screeching of water crickets and birds fighting. As my eyes absorb the entirety of the space I occupy I grip the plastic foam in the life float. The boat comes to a stop. I am in one of the only bodies of water in which alligators and crocodiles co occupy. They thrive here and they swarm around the boat. I can count on the snouts of some to inform me of how many feet that gator is. 3,4,3,5,4,2,2,6. I am overcome with a sense of dread, listening to the workings of my imagination and all of the ways this scenario can go wrong. 4. But we move forward. From there we float into a more secluded area, engulfed in luscious trees and marsh. There are still a few gators nearby but they seemed unaffected by our presence. Here the motor turns off and we are at the essence of our being. We are within nature and nature is within us. The senses I could fight with no longer wield their swords. The battle has diminished and I simply experience. This becomes my first vivid memory of feeling truly connected to myself. Often moving from physical isolation to emotional relational isolation. The environment is both inhabited and create by projections of it, consisting of the entourage. Here, transparency is an inherent quality of substance and organization. 5. Glitch as an invitation for desire. The phenomenal consists of static and dynamic sequences. Warping what we know through the process of inverting contradictions, deconstructing the sequences, and meriting what is seemingly incompatible, or, in other words, the machine revealing itself. 6. An interplay of color and image jittering created the synthesization of agents and contexts. Terrifying voids formed. They created a form of counter-experience, a negative pleasure that is not so different from the aesthetic conception of the sublime. The previous form is dissipated and a new life sustained.