The deafening underground.
The morning commuters struggle, taken by stride as he stands slightly off central – more so maybe something to do with last night. An untucked shirt and untied cuffs suggests he’s not in for the morning ride. Shaking his paper upright, he bury’s his head to read. Blurred lines.
The other sits back, slouched. Head tilted to the right. My left, focussing on some text above my head. Lilac silk ties and coal black shades – his shoes shine slightly as his bag sags between his legs, loosely.
Listening to ‘We Are Nowhere and Its Now’, by Bright Eyes as father gave me a CD yesterday, a leaving gift.
Comes after work when the features start to blur.
Did you forget that yellow bird?
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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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