Falling slowly
sinking in a green cotton mount
red in colour
warm with warning
the songs sing aloud
mind numb and
mind free from
abundance
quiet and alone in a heated mass
sleep arriving
you departing
dressing for dinner –
undressing in another sinking green
blonde mass and golden trees
mountains
They move with ease.
Here now
is a place for two
your body –
your stone next to me
feel you, see you
Touch of a heartened wound
you fill it with comfort
Steadily
like no one is watching
flying in tandem
the dream that takes flight
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My work explores reading, writing and making within a Sound Arts Practice. I am addressing and searching for both the imaginary self and the transparent other through an expanded field of narrative; crossing and stepping within and through the boundaries and structures of public and private spaces. The linear and non-linear formations of spaces perceived through language and text, both visible and audible, aim to form new discourses of the imaginary, and the multiple identities that we portray.
The fluctuation between aurality, orality, the written word as visual (text; typed and hand written), and the spoken word through performance suggests an interplay between a singular and a plural self; the heterogeneous, through both truth and mythical dialogue that bridges a gap between the idea of accuracy and the imaginary. My work aims to project a representation and rejection of the absolute reality that visual representation can sometimes assume.
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