I found myself exploring this big cave while wearing a little skirt and no underwear. The explanation is actually quite reasonable and boring (night out, tent in, plans to mountain bike and lord knows undies are uncomfortable under padded biking shorts). Understand?
Anyway the cave was an unplanned detour on our way to a mountain biking trail. So here I was in a cool dank dark and scary place feeling especially exposed. Funny how a little bit of cotton fabric can add extra bravado and a sense of security taken for granted unless it is missing.
Anyway the cave was an unplanned detour on our way to a mountain biking trail. So here I was in a cool dank dark and scary place feeling especially exposed. Funny how a little bit of cotton fabric can add extra bravado and a sense of security taken for granted unless it is missing.
I would love to create an experiential sculpture exhibit that would illicit the combination of curiosity, compulsion, fear, vulnerability and magic that a cave holds.