In an effort to better understand how people shape the spaces around them, I figured I should experience an environment through as many perspectives as I could. To do this, I spent some time in the hoop house by myself, filling the space with my presence and looking in all the corners. I pretended I was in there for the first time, like how a kid will touch everything in the store just because it’s there. I imagined that the other Evans were all around me at once, probably doing much of the same thing.
I became aware of the sounds happening all around me: the rustling of the plastic cover, the river slapping the shore, the rabbits scattering, the anxious chirp of the camera.
Looking back on the photos of my past selves amended my memory of the experience. I was surprised by how easy it had been to fill the space with just ten Evans—let alone twenty.
Throughout this process I let the experience of being in the space wash over me again and again, leaving dirt stains on my jeans and and lingering, sticky feeling that somebody was about to open the door and walk in on me taking weird photos of myself. It didn’t happen, not this time.
After a while of wandering through the aisles of the hoop house, I eventually imagined that a viewer would gain consciousness and realize that this whole thing was built for the perception of the camera. Maybe part of me hopes to make my viewers feel as silly as I did this night.
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