I dwell in Possiblity –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of Eye –
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
Emily Dickinson #657 (TJ)
As Emily makes a poem come alive with her words, I am making her come alive in virtual reality. We are both dwelling in the fact that anything is possible with our art. As she is explaining how much better poetry is then prose, the same is true about virtual reality vs 2 dimensional art. You can make anything happen in virtual reality. A tree grows out of her paper. Then I throw the roof off and boom you are in space, where the moon is a door knob. No more corners of paper confining a drawing, virtual reality is limitless. Doin.g art in virtual reality is an absolute Paradise.