Shape of the Soul |
Abstract: I used to think the soul lived in the body like a butterfly… you’re cocooned your whole life, growing, changing learning and morphing. Then when we die, we break the cocoon and fly away. We take our true form. This isn’t just a lofty metaphor for life…you see, I’ve seen it. | ||
Lifetime
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Abstract:
Time is my bully. Time marks the start of something, as well as the end. We are all carrying out the inexorable passing of time as it relates to our impending mortalities. I do not fear death. The awareness of my body’s impermanence employs me to feel that much more connected to the vessel containing that of which I am. But what am I? Am I my body- or is it much deeper? Through the work executed during my graduate research, I have attempted to quantify my existence through the archiving my time and body. This document ushers you through my perception, my relationship to nature, and how it manifests through discovering answers to what I believe it means to be human. | ||