functions of bodily fluids. or the lack of …
you make some kind of beautiful mess that no one really
understands, so the sentence becomes poetry and repetitive.
but you do it anyway, and you tell it more than once with a bit of hope that someone might just be on that same page. because it makes
every single sense of the world to place
untold words into the shape of something like a
breast — but it’s not entirely a breast, no.
but it could be.
so then what do you do with it?
break it up into tiny fragments and pull every single piece apart until one
can completely represent you. decompose and breakdown every single
meaning of what this could be, just then, you might realise that everything is worthy, meaningful and consisting of the unnoticed …
make sense?
no? … didn’t think so.
it’s not supposed to.
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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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