The intensive was surprisingly intense. Thinking about the in-between is very grey for me in my black and white world. I'm trying to be comfortable in the greyness. It takes a lot of energy at first, but I believe it will become more energizing as I continue down the in-between path.
I have been thinking about the space in-between and I'm off on another trip tomorrow - one day to Chicago and back. Airplanes are very in-between. A one-hour flight and I'll be in Chicago... another one-hour flight and I'll be back home.
The El train is pretty in-between. Taking the orange line from midway to the project site. The project is an existing building in-between tenants.
[look for some imagery in my next post.]
Does your "in-between" have boundaries? I imagine your in-between has a threshold (doorway) and all of a sudden, you're in the in-between. Does that become its own space, then? (not gray, but red).
ReplyDeleteYou are my heterotopia in so many ways. It makes me happy.
I was talking with my friend last night about airports, and we got to talking about that space in between the front doors and the security lines. Its slightly ironic that we have these huge security restrictions to get into the airport, but we have nothing to stop someone from walking in the front door and blowing themselves up in that 'in between' space. Is there anyway to prevent it or would it just be paranoid to try to bombproof every aspect of the airport?
ReplyDeleteNellie you named a particular spot, the door threshold. Perhaps the door, in and of itself is the in-between. Maybe in between doesn't have to be a space at all, but an object?
ReplyDeleteIn the airport in Kansas City MO, the security space is the in between. One goes from the ticket counter, through security and right into the gate. Once you go through security, there is no food courts, shops....or restrooms!