Impercetible Transitions

A cyclical process belonging only to us, unknown to ourselves Is there a singular moment where you become a person in transition from another? Consider stepping through a literal threshold into a metaphorical space: the doorframe from a chaotic world to a one of safety and peace, a vestibule delineating a richly oxygenated carefree air of life and into a toxic, chest-tightening environment, or perhaps simply one of dark into light. These spaces are familiar and the identity we assume while passing through even moreso. The entrance to a place of employment, the grand facade of a house of worship, the enveloping atmosphere of an artists’ studio. Possibly, the driveway, elevator, or stairs into our home. All of these transitions happen intrinsically, ephemerally, immediately, and imperceptibly. What adjustments do you make in the way you interact with your surroundings as you enter these emotionally intense physical limbo spaces? Think of the way we prepare ourselves to deal with eight…

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