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a winery thesis advisor : Martin Bressani barbora vokac barbora.vokac@mail.mcgill.ca
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Driving, the landscape is fleeting. The horizon is reduced to an afterthought you remember only while at a stop sign. While driving I focus on the rows and rows of planted fruit trees and vines when I can. Each row seems to lurch forward in order to collapse again and again. As one passes each line, it swings ninety degrees to the horizon, revealing its maximum definition. One leaves it at the cross road, and its definition slowly fades, but its relation to the horizon more acute. Pulled up to the drive. Strange sensation as the car dips for the first time. It follows the road bowing over the depressed ditch and then up again. |
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ground plane is not merely a horizontal. It weighs the earth within a vast
and expansive sky. Infront. Behind. Up. Over. The sky assumes a new role,
one much different from the city. It is no longer a pond peeking out from
behind a staggered row of buildings – it is an ocean, without dimension.
It’s common definition, designated by the skyline, street or overhang
– is non existent. The cross roads quantify here. They mark not only distance, but the elevation of the horizon – always at eye level. In the city, space is the absence of mass. Here, space is a function of distance. The experience jumps between the vast and the intermittently fathomable. I am snapped back. Another field begins. The vastness continues. |
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