The edited collection of essays Beyond Text? features Rupert Cox's and my short essay Air Pressure: A Sound Film, written as we were developing the work created from our experiences on the farm in the middle of Narita airport towards the exhbition. The book, with many intriguing contributions, also includes a DVD which has an early single-screen draft of our filmic response. It is great to see the front cover featuring a still from our film that was shot out over the Egg House roof to the perimeter wall beyond which the airport has been shut down by an electrical storm (that is giving the sky that mauve cast).
A really nice Sounds Remote publication produced by Soundcamp. I contributed a series of 23 texts each of which were written during last year's event as I sat at home listening to the dawn chorus tracking from latitude to latitude, the sounds of the stream from Soundcamp mingling with those in my house.
Saturday 1737 - 1816
So happy to have been inlcuded in the latest volume of the journal Reliquiae. It's a fantastic collection - as ever. My contribution is one of the texts written during the Viso Come Territorio / Face as Territory residency at the Fondazione Aurelio Petroni.
Behind me the steep path rose between chestnut, beech and olive trees until the limestone mountains took back their landscape. Below me, begun in the fits and starts of isolated farmhouses, the settlement gained momentum as houses drew closer and rose higher before thinning back out again at its lower edge. The broad flanks of the mountains levelled for a wide coastal plain to open up in shades of green. Distant pools of water turned out to be stretched surfaces of polythene and rigid glass structures reflecting back the weak sunlight that fed the plants underneath. Furthest away, the sea.
Five incidents of eavesdropping on public transport in Brighton and London become an essay written for Sam Vale photo-book Loop: The Stupid Things That Adults Do.
Monday, lunchtime, 26, the Old Steine.
Woman One: “I am ready”.
Woman Two: “Ready”.
Woman One: “I feel that I’m ready”.
Woman Two: “Being ready”.
Woman One: “It’s important to be ready”.
Woman Two: “Ready for now”.
Woman One: “I want to get ready before things start”.
Woman Two: “That’ll be ready, anyway”.
This morning’s reef of grey cloud has peeled back to leave behind a bright blue sky spotted with drifting Rorschach clouds – a beard, some pliers, a plaited headdress, a leaping rabbit from a Chinese silk brocade painting. The light has been rendered telescopic, details shine and colours quiver, the bricks stand out sharply.