Kristen Taylor Brandt
11 x 17
There are no limits in the mind. In the tank, detached from outside stimuli, my mind is free to roam. When I float it becomes all too obvious that my thoughts are little hooks that want to pull me in whatever direction they choose. A thought is like a complex novelty that pops into existence out of nowhere and begs to be played. What I found most interesting was not the expanse of my thoughts, but the space between thoughts. The emptiness. Freedom.