Eagle building,
is there something she’s not telling
me?
telling me lilac blows
in the wind with a soft gentle
breeze brown
circles where the eye should be
beautiful
to me
something and not saying,
screaming to say its something
on the line, the border
the inside and the grey
chills are over
here now, over now
The yellow looks at me
on its own it paints
its colours;
The Shepherdess walk,
N1 and 51
consider the second
eagle dwellings like a star –
tailoring and altering
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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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