Showing posts with label Sensory Ethnography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sensory Ethnography. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 August 2013

Final Hand-in Sensory Ethnography Research Diary

The Wallet.

Open it up and see what is inside.


You will find information


 And interesting, personal bits and pieces


Exploring this wallet is an experience created through five peoples own experiences
Look at all of the senses and secrets it has to offer.









My sensory ethnographic research diary was concerned with a person’s wallet. I observed five people while they each made a transaction focussing intently on their interactivity with the wallet as well their sensory experience as a whole.

The information I have gathered is to do with the intimate relationship a person has with their wallet and also the awareness of sensation had throughout the entire experience.

I interviewed each of the people I observed. I first asked them to explain the transaction in their own words. I then asked them a series of question focussing on the five senses: sight, touch, hearing, smell and taste. I then asked them to once more explain the transaction in regards to their sensory experience. Lastly I asked if there were any objects within their wallet they have a personal relationship with.

There was a large variety of information given during the interviews. There was a lot to tell about some of the senses like touch: “I picked up the can which was perspiring. There was moisture on it. It was a bit cold”; but not much at all to say about others like taste for instance where there was no taste at all. Some of the senses evoked more emotion than others: “I saw the male server. I was happy I got him because I don't actually like the girl; she messed up my coffee one time”, some none at all. 

My final ethnographic diary is presented in the form of a wallet. I have taken the information about the sensory experiences of people with their wallet and of the larger area of where the transaction took place and presented this on business cards, objects commonly found in wallets. The images on the business cards are of the people who I observed; and the contents of these people’s wallets at the time. This is more visual information that we can use to observe the people’s character.


Also contained within the wallet are the following things:

A key. One person had a key in their wallet to remind them to take their wallet out and to unlock the house.

A Poem about death. This was one of the interesting things a person’s wallet, reminding them of a loved one.

Train tickets. Several people used the train. One person collected them because they liked the colours.

Coins. Most people I observed had some coins in their wallet. These were described as making a “ting tinging” noise.

Stamps. One person had these in their wallet for when they needed to send a letter.

Raffle Tickets. One person obtained outside of Hope Brothers Bar to gain cheap drinks in the bar.



The results of my research are:

I have gathered information concerning each of the five main senses throughout a paid transaction done by different people in different locations.

I have an appreciation for the small things that people notice when making a paid transaction.

I have insight into the diverse uses for a wallet based on the contents of wallets I have observed.

I am more conscious of the emotional attachment people may have with items concealed in their wallets.

I am aware that some people have specific sensory interactions with their wallets, items within their wallets and the different environments where paid transactions take place.












CCDN231: Experimental Design Ideas
Jayden Hamilton
ID number: 300251169
Tutor: Kath Foster
15/08/2013



Thursday, 1 August 2013

Sensory Ethnography

3 Sensory Ethnographies.

I will write out a sensory ethnography for each of my three chosen actions
Using these senses:
Sight

Smell

Sound

Touch

Taste

Poetic Description
An interest of mine that hasn't really led me anywhere is to try to write songs or poetry about anything of interest.
Using my sensory ethnography' as inspiration this is what I will attempt to do.







1 Playing Guitar
There are many ways to play guitar, I want to focus on finger picking on my accoustic guitar, especially the movements of the picking hand.


Guitar/Sight
I can see the strings vibrate as they are played. I'm conscious of how I look and my body look whilst playing. I sometimes close my eyes and forget sight.

Guitar/Smell
A mixture of the wood of the guitar, sweating calussed hands, metal coils. Wherever I may be.

Guitar/Sound
Light notes that fade into nothingness, emotive

Guitar/Touch
I can feel each of the strings as I pluck them, each string has a different weight to it. Occasionally I feel the wood of the guitars body. The scratchy top strings. The light bottom strings. The impact of the strings which blisters calluses my thumb and fingers

Guitar/Taste
There is an imagined taste of the things I touch, a woody taste whenever the body is rubbed, A metallic, oiled or rusted taste when feeling the top strings,
no taste when feeling the nylon



Creative Writing

Twisting and turning.
Head full of nails.
Feeding on coils.
Soft?
Loud?

Picking at twine.
Blistering me.
Colour my fingers in calluses.

My fingers are like giraffes.
Each joint, each knuckle, a cervical vertebra.
Fingers feed on guitar strings like a ruminant feeding on foliage.
Grasping and then plucking.
Each bite bringing satisfaction.




2 Driving Scooter
Driving a motorbike/scooter is a lot different to driving a car, instead of turning a wheel you must lean your body from side to side. Also, pulling the throttle instead of putting your foot down on an accelerator is an interesting experience.


Scooter/Sight
The sights of locations. The edges of my helmet. The globe of brightly lit area when driving at night.

Scooter/Smell
Depending on where I am driving and what I am driving past. I hold my breath as I drive past dead possums,

Scooter/Sound
The continual droning of the scooters engine is quickly forgotten when drving through serene rural areas or drowned out when driving through the city. Other sounds hold much interest.

Scooter/Touch
I grasp the handles and throttle with my hands. I am usually gloved and when I forget my knuckles freeze white. The cold attacks me, finding its way through my clothing.

Scooter/Taste
I breathe in long rushes of fresh air. the occasional fly. I restrict breathing to my nose when vehicles emmiting much gas or diesal are ahead of me. Dead possum tastes bad.



Creative Writing

Fall to the left but don't let go, fall to the right still holding on.

Pulling tight. Moving forward.The faster I go.
Air roars around me my chest inflates.
Breathing life? Breathing ice!
Bleach My knuckles. My face is white.

To shake the cold I must go faster
The faster I go the colder I get

Breathing life? Breath of death.
Decomposition taints my throat.
I pull ever tighter and grow ever colder.
Is this my life? Am I getting older?




3 Using a Wallet
Almost everyone has a wallet, our wallets contain a slice of our identity, and are imprinted with our daily movements. I want to focus on taking and putting back a card e.g. eftpos.


Wallet/Sight
A wallet. Stacks of cards. A bulge in my jeans pocket. Sometimes I can see all but the card I want. It is worn, it has an imprint of my character.

Wallet/Smell
Rubbed Leather. Plastic. Money. A piece of Christchurch.

Wallet/Sound
Jingling of keys and coins. Clip opening and closing.

Wallet/Touch
An automatic process I do without thinking. Feel a lump in my jeans pocket. My wallet contains many textures

Wallet/Taste
An imagined taste of the smooth leather.



Creative Writing

Heavy.
I am heavy but I am not rich.
Curious?
More of a reflection than a fruitful wish
Contents
Methods of unlocking. Change.
Heavy
Weighing me down. A reminder not a burden


Public Transport
Pull out, Scan, Stuff it in.
Grocery Shopping
Pull out, Swipe, Stuff it in.
Building Access
Pull out, Scan, Stuff it in.
Every day
Pull out, Use, stuff it back in.

Lost
Without you I cannot live my day
Need
Without you some things block my way
Have
In my pocket first thing every day