The last of the sticks, so
colour me quick.
The maize blaze burns
but the tossers still turn,
the last of the cigarette.
Bodies below
blow
me, and colour me quick –
the beats that sync on a
canal boat trip tide.
The secrets of people peeling.
Inner sense smells and the philly boys play
as the cherry rests on top
but the birds are still singing as the strings
hold
up tight
colour me quick.
Sinita dishes out balls –
spreadable with the truffle cheese
honey …
she’s sweet and up that video junk
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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.
www.leannecunningham.com
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