live press on oil shine
its’ wet
you’re underneath the carpet
it floats and it changes the eye
sitting here still thinking of
I heard, you heard, the seabed
now what can I do
this is when the waves still turn
it was you i think I ask now
what else burns
stream flow with a trickled energy it is
but I’m not sure if the blokes are broke
yellow is the eye of the cat that lays
but for you the lights dance
I’m leaving today
fill all of the wooden beam
dancing to mozart,
expressing a scene thats not meant to be silly with a mask
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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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