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Sep. 29th, 2003 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyYesterday I was a human biosphere.
The outfit itself isn't quite what I'd pictured--it was a half-dome that I wore on my head (making it a biohemisphere?) Actual pics are on their way, but to give you an idea, it looked like this:
The green on the inside is moss. I know, I was disappointed too; I was looking forward to being a vengeful, whim-driven Old Testament god chastising the brine shrimp and fruit flies and being spoken of in whispers for hundreds of their generations. Moss is hard to intimidate. Moss is like, "Hey, you're ranting again. When you rant you release more of that carbon dioxide. Precious, precious carbon dioxide, mmmmmmmm. What? Oh, yeah, we're listening."
It smelled good, though. And it was an odd experience--it wasn't sensory deprivation, because I could hear and see just fine. But my voice was trapped and muffled by the dome, and the dome was semi-reflective so I couldn't be seen very well. Plus, the dome was balanced on top of my head so any movement would set it rocking back and forth--to avoid that, I found myself walking very slowly and carefully. I had no idea how often I nod my head until I suddenly couldn't do it.
I had a good talk with the artist, Vaughn Bell, before and after the promenade. She specializes in this sort of "portable nature": her biggest project so far has been a "mobile forest" of trees in shopping carts. She's thinking of expanding the biosphere concept so that she has some with different sorts of environments--desert, tundra--something for every mood.
The outfit itself isn't quite what I'd pictured--it was a half-dome that I wore on my head (making it a biohemisphere?) Actual pics are on their way, but to give you an idea, it looked like this:
The green on the inside is moss. I know, I was disappointed too; I was looking forward to being a vengeful, whim-driven Old Testament god chastising the brine shrimp and fruit flies and being spoken of in whispers for hundreds of their generations. Moss is hard to intimidate. Moss is like, "Hey, you're ranting again. When you rant you release more of that carbon dioxide. Precious, precious carbon dioxide, mmmmmmmm. What? Oh, yeah, we're listening."
It smelled good, though. And it was an odd experience--it wasn't sensory deprivation, because I could hear and see just fine. But my voice was trapped and muffled by the dome, and the dome was semi-reflective so I couldn't be seen very well. Plus, the dome was balanced on top of my head so any movement would set it rocking back and forth--to avoid that, I found myself walking very slowly and carefully. I had no idea how often I nod my head until I suddenly couldn't do it.
I had a good talk with the artist, Vaughn Bell, before and after the promenade. She specializes in this sort of "portable nature": her biggest project so far has been a "mobile forest" of trees in shopping carts. She's thinking of expanding the biosphere concept so that she has some with different sorts of environments--desert, tundra--something for every mood.
