hit the ground heavy,
this soft gentle leaf
the sky is getting a little lighter now
failing slowly.
a weightless lift of nothingness
Notting Hill and the Hugh,
Grants are gone
and pretty blocks stand straight,
Motorcycles pass this
little Venice .
theres no one wearing masks but me – and
the end is horrid so I quickly put it out
numbness of the knees,
needs and please.
a hello and a how are you
the bags are full –
a real weight now.
the weigh in like a pendulum
backwards and forwards yet not going anywhere
the private and secure
come closer and feel me
i can feel you
the water is drying now
but not quite a drout.
the sweeping removes all traces
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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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