ΔΕΥΤΕΡΑ_ΠΡΩΙ[DT27012020_HRS8_GMT3] / MONDAY_MORNING[DT27012020_HRS8_GMT3] 

_landscape created using a game engine and exists as a virtual environment in the form of a downlodable computer game, titled: ‘moment[1.3]escape.now_plastic and malleable the time is yours, and yet days drip through your fingers like sand.

_CGI render of virtual gallery for the exposition of MONDAY_MORNING[DT27012020_HRS8_GMT3] digital print series.
In the desert you lose the sense of scale, of space, of time.
What seems close is more distant than you imagine.
Driving on a straight line for hours yet the landscape around you is so vast, you seem still.
The landscape wraps around you in 360, fully engulfing you in a circular panorama.
The desert is not rendered on a human scale.
In the desert you are alone, an outsider, in danger, in total serenity, and in awe.
In the desert you are close to death and more alive than ever.
Your sight ends where the curvature of the earth dissolves into a horizon line, where you are left to wonder at what is further away; between the sky and the earth.
Rocks and earth volumes do not reveal their size; their scale is convincing at any ratio.
 
In the virtual world you lose the sense of scale, of space, of time.
What seems close is more distant than you imagine.
Scrolling forward for hours yet the environment around you is so vast, you seem still.
The landscape wraps around you in 360, fully engulfing you in a circular panorama.
The virtual world is not rendered on a human scale.
In the virtual world you are alone, an outsider, in danger, in total serenity, and in awe.
In the virtual world you are neither dead or alive.
Your sight ends where the grid dissolves into a simulation of a horizon line, where you are left to wonder at what is further away; below and above the grid.
Virtual objects do not reveal their size; their scale is convincing at any ratio.