On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.

On Monday 23rd of September 2013, I set out to make a north-south transect of Manhattan Island by foot and rail. I wore a fine mesh bodysuit from which long blades of maiden grass extended. The grass acted as a conduit for touch, like whiskers or antennae. They conducted vibrations to and from my body, filling the space between me and my environment. My vision was restricted by pinhole goggles to limit my dependence on sight. My other senses - hearing, smell and taste – remained unimpaired. I was accompanied by a photographer who documented the six hour journey.