:SMILING_FACE_WITH_TEAR::FEARFUL::THINKING_FACE::GRIMACING: thesis design sprint 1 (replica) where you end up is enough of an answer, it's…
Beryl Chen
I’ve come to realize that my thesis itself is embedded in my weekly waltz with Google Slides, and any materialization would merely be a dwarfed simulation of its true nature. It’s even grown inaccessible to myself, and though I’ve attempted to replicate the exuberance my past selves once felt, the increasing distance has driven my desire to keep it hidden—obscured through gimmick, encouraged to discard.
The frail, folded napkin represents the self-imposed importance of externalizing one’s ideas, an urgent instinct that allows us to ascribe value to waste.
There’s more than what meets the eye, and soon you can begin to excavate even deeper, exploring the many layered streams of consciousness that branch off of sticks off of twigs off of sprigs, before you realize what met the eye was indeed all there really was.
I always parrot the same spiel whenever someone questions me about thesis—simulation, misdirection, performance, temporality, etc. I’m terrified of being inevitably misunderstood so I suppose the solution is to play pretend.
The stoic dispenser stands sturdy much like a suspended block of time, hosting the simultaneous frames, each fleeting in their own right, yet all existing eternally.
Its chrome surface is meant to serve as an opportunity of hazy reflection into the viewer’s own mind, in the midst of the defensive costuming—fabricating desperate answers unto the self. You couldn’t preserve it if you tried, it’s already long gone…