She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, `Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. - Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
The inflated landscape demands an atypical slowness, heightening awareness of one’s body in relation to the displacement and resulting disruption of the field. The shifting terrain above and below induce a loss of scale, or rather a loss of consistency of scale. Navigating the foreign landscape, the traveller grows and shrinks in the shifting space, diminishing to miniature and growing so large to the point of bursting through the stratosphere. No paths are preordained, and in any direction one finds provocation and awareness of others, questioning the difference between the sensible and nonsensical. A field of reflections above and below invites the traveller to lose himself in a space where one can never be lost, always in sight of a thousand uncanny versions of his own visage.