Feelings of liminality has been strongly resonant to myself through my life. In terms of race, religion, gender identity, traveling, and of course life. We are in a liminal space or "in-between" constantly in some sort of aspect. The feeling of a 'beginning' and a 'destination' is immediately diminished as we are transitioning.

In Rovelli's Order of Time, time is the measure of change: if nothing changes, there is no time. Liminal space expresses the process of individual’s isolation from ordered chronological system and integration onto alternative one. I wanted to explore with this sketch a common form of a liminal space/time, commuting. Although we are still, something around us is moving.

Videos of transportation in some form. Living in a town 1.5-2 hours from the city, and having to commute daily before moving - I felt almost home in a liminal space. Everyday I rode in a 25 minute car ride and got dropped to an hour long ferry. To only walk for 15 minutes to a 15 minute train to campus. These liminal spaces and times were places for me, the opposite of what liminal means. Is my time perception different in these spaces?