Liminal space is a threshold between two destinations, A transition where the time or a space ends and the next one beginnings. These spaces exist in the world as physical locations. The edge between land and water, or our solar system and space. These transitions can be short or very long but is never the same. These spaces are also present in our psychological experiences while moving through the choreography of architecture and time. When we navigate the intrinsic systems we move through life. We are never the same person in one place or another. We are changing and growing and losing all the time.
Living and traveling inside big urban centers you can find many different realities all cluster in one space. Moving in between points at different times sometimes feels traveling through time. Sometimes the past sometimes to the future. Noise, temperatures, landscapes and a the amazing diversity of people we encounter in our paths feeds our immediate environments. Often see people falling in a REM stage during their commutes. Others just escaping through the window of their electronic devices without looking at them. Some are just waiting. While they are in these transitions is hard not to notice they are also traveling in their minds. Moving from one story to the next. Coming or going but never stooping. A journey inside the journey, from one reality to the next or maybe the same but this time you are different. Routines seem designed to keep us focus in one place. But is hard not to be affected by our ever changing surroundings. I always wonder what those dreams between spaces look like awake or not.
Living and traveling inside big urban centers you can find many different realities all cluster in one space. Moving in between points at different times sometimes feels traveling through time. Sometimes the past sometimes to the future. Noise, temperatures, landscapes and a the amazing diversity of people we encounter in our paths feeds our immediate environments. Often see people falling in a REM stage during their commutes. Others just escaping through the window of their electronic devices without looking at them. Some are just waiting. While they are in these transitions is hard not to notice they are also traveling in their minds. Moving from one story to the next. Coming or going but never stooping. A journey inside the journey, from one reality to the next or maybe the same but this time you are different. Routines seem designed to keep us focus in one place. But is hard not to be affected by our ever changing surroundings. I always wonder what those dreams between spaces look like awake or not.
