Tired of the thoughts of ones
Loathing and regret
Regretting the consumed and
At least not forget
Every single intake
Eagle takes flight
Circulating the sky
The black bird on the wire
You stand in the doorway
An oil in a frame you glow
Tactile but miles away
Ink dipped text
Side view
In line
Fronting all of you
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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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