My Box

Box by A. Bonamie

A quite rough idea of my current work in progress!

THE INSTITUTION
By Aimee Bonamie

A moment of stillness in all that is chaotic.
She lives within these spaces, day to day without notice of the minute things.
Removing the temporal clutter of our daily environment
Emptying the image of all that personalizes the space.
Containing complete control of the situation
Allotting her self a simplistic view of what is left.
These minimal images are within the areas of their own space and awareness.

What remains are the dark spaces
There is no control, only the individual
There is no form, only exploration
The dark areas are like a vacant road on a long journey where the silence reveals only oneself, no birds chirping or grasshoppers humming.
Hiding away, keeping a distance.
It is a place existing without measurement.
This space is a balance between her self

A moment between the visible and invisible.

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She is not breaking the disembodied form of reality but seeing a small glimpse within it, the tiny cracks and inconsistencies in which one gets lost. This is the space of the home in which our bodies are deducted. The unknown body enters the space and turns into none other than us minus ourselves. The voices in a distance, clutter seems to fade, she is leading one and one alone. Where chaos is as relevant as order, and where the common is as important as the extraordinary.

She lives in these spaces by compensating with acts of the imagination,
Emphasizing the absent to create a power for the not absent.