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{"id":13961,"date":"2021-05-04T09:27:05","date_gmt":"2021-05-04T13:27:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/imaginations.space\/?p=13961"},"modified":"2021-05-04T09:27:05","modified_gmt":"2021-05-04T13:27:05","slug":"sahar-te","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/imaginations.space\/?p=13961","title":{"rendered":"Sahar Te"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/imaginations.space\/?p=13933\">Table of Contents<\/a> | Article doi: 10.17742\/IMAGE.SA.12.1.14 | <a href=\"https:\/\/imaginations.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/14-te.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">PDF<\/a><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/imaginations.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12-1-structures-of-anticipation\/14-te\/14-te-image1.jpeg\" alt=\"This image is neither decorative nor strictly available for simple denotative description. Our project rejects captions altogether. The spirit of this project is very much one of uncertainty and imagination. We hope that anyone with visual impairments will glean information from the written compositions.\" \/><\/p>\n<p>How do you prepare for something you can\u2019t identify?<\/p>\n<p><strong>Train #75 \u2013 Toronto to Windsor:<\/strong> Zoned out, gazing at the window, imagining what is to come. I\u2019ve never been to Windsor, yet somehow had an image of it in my head. Flat, two-dimensional definitions, single notions meant to capture an entire city. Wikipedia called it \u201c<em>Industrial!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>O, city of industry!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In my mind, I cut a large portion of the trees I had planted there, expanded the immigrant neighbourhoods, replaced century homes with monolithic buildings, automobile headquarters, blue suits.<\/p>\n<p><em>Captains of industry!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The hyperlinked words on Wikipedia are a bright blue to appear more important; they are beacons, begging you to click on them. After wading through a series of cerulean clicks, I realized I was looking at Manuel Moroun\u2019s <em>Simpsons<\/em>-style caricature on the Detroit Metro Times landing page.<\/p>\n<p><strong>30 minutes to Windsor:<\/strong> We approach a scrap yard. For the next 30 seconds, I get to take my phone out and capture some poor-quality images of the yard. I think to myself: <em>I will come back here for sure.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u201cThe Actual\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Upon arriving in \u201cactual\u201d Windsor, I see a procession of old cars; a cortege for the heyday I seem to have missed\u2014the opposite of what I expected from the \u201cautomotive capital of Canada.\u201d During the eight-minute-long drive from the train station to my hotel, I see a few Arabic store signs and restaurants. Wikipedia has already educated me about the Arab population in Windsor.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Day one<\/strong> <strong>\u2013 elevator:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>They must be smart, prepared and intimidating.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Day one<\/strong> <strong>\u2013 3:30<\/strong> <strong>pm:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A shared sense of confusion followed by curiosity and excitement. It seems like a good recipe for the theme of anticipation.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Artist as tourist<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The eye peers into the camera visor, each subject a potential topic of interest. I resist falling into a theme. It\u2019s hard to stop. My lens sees tropes everywhere, my brain wants composition.<\/p>\n<p>Walking, walking, walking \u2026 pause (zoom in), focus\u2014\u201cclick!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Walking, walking \u2026 stop! The bridge! (zoom), focus\u2014\u201cclick!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Walking\u2026 stop! The flag! (Focus) and \u2026 \u201cclick!\u201d The sound of the shutter reverberates in my head with every photo.<\/p>\n<p>I feel a drop of rain on my forehead. No more shutter sounds; only the muted, repetitive beat of footsteps. The camera weighs on my shoulders. The entire day has passed. Hours of walking through the streets of Windsor allowed me to capture specific visual details, but the burden of reflecting someone else\u2019s landscape made my own presence heavy and burdensome.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Day two<\/strong> <strong>\u2013 11<\/strong> <strong>am:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Delete all!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Day two<\/strong> <strong>\u2013 1<\/strong> <strong>pm:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On my way back to the hotel, I see tiny creatures on the ground. Upon closer inspection, they turn out to be date pits. I eagerly wait for sunset to capture the date pits. I imagine the choreography of someone intentionally placing them on the ground. They almost look staged.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Day three<\/strong> <strong>\u2013 10<\/strong> <strong>pm:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>With each mouse click, there is anticipation\u2026 then suspension, disappointment, eagerness\u2026 the adjectives are endless. 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