Anything art related: photography, digital art, drawings, paintings, sculptures...this year I've begun a 365 series with journal/narrative blogs to walk you through the journey. I hope you enjoy the writings as well as the images!
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Friday, April 20, 2012
...from the kitchen sink
Using the audacity program, I used several sounds that were recorded separately to create a random moment in time. You can hear the constant chirping of birds: these are the sounds of the morning birds from my own backyard. The scrambling is my dog...I like the idea of combining the sounds of him randomly through out the piece because I think it reflects the reality of his constant presence in our lives. Two other sounds...one, the sound of doing dishes; the other the crinkle of a poptart wrapper. I combined these sounds to give the idea of place...cleaning the dishes, perhaps cooking up some bacon....A person standing at the kitchen sink, the window above the sink is open so that the sounds of the birds can accompany a breeze that drifts through. The dog runs back and forth through the room while its master tends to her daily tasks.
These separate sounds, combined together, create another random moment that though hadn't occurred, could have...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The sounds of 'silence'.
The following is a written recording of the sounds heard during a ten minute period of silence. I'm sitting at my desk in the family room, just off of my kitchen. I opted that because there would be no actual sound to project this frame of time, nor should there be any visual aide outside of your imagination. It's 6:09 a.m., I'm about to begin.
Tap...tap...tap.....the trickle of water running to my left...a familiar calming flow of water running into the fish tank..it varies in strength...pushing in and out...trickling...plinking....sniff...sniff...zip....the dog in the other room. Hmmmm.....prrrrrr.....the whirrrrr of the refrigerator to my right...the creak and pull of my hand on the edge of the desk..tap...tap...tap...thump....a door on a car...somewhere off in the distance...outside the shifting drone of a car passing through its gears...further off to my right a faint trickle much slower....softer...the other fish tank....tap....tap...tap....another car droning off down the road....people heading off to work....the school just across the road with it's big buses heading out for the morning pick ups. The sounds of the motors.....all groaning to life express their girth by the depth of their growl...a strange tick....or popping...like tape letting go behind me....my own breath passing through my congested nose whistles softly like a sleeping child...another car...this one in a hurry races by on the main road.
That's it...10 minutes of sounds recorded from silence. I had thought that this would be a long and yes, boring process. But as I sat here listening...searching out the sounds and where they were coming from; that time passed by as if only seconds, leaving me feeling as if I've only scratched the surface of the sounds I heard in silence.
Tap...tap...tap.....the trickle of water running to my left...a familiar calming flow of water running into the fish tank..it varies in strength...pushing in and out...trickling...plinking....sniff...sniff...zip....the dog in the other room. Hmmmm.....prrrrrr.....the whirrrrr of the refrigerator to my right...the creak and pull of my hand on the edge of the desk..tap...tap...tap...thump....a door on a car...somewhere off in the distance...outside the shifting drone of a car passing through its gears...further off to my right a faint trickle much slower....softer...the other fish tank....tap....tap...tap....another car droning off down the road....people heading off to work....the school just across the road with it's big buses heading out for the morning pick ups. The sounds of the motors.....all groaning to life express their girth by the depth of their growl...a strange tick....or popping...like tape letting go behind me....my own breath passing through my congested nose whistles softly like a sleeping child...another car...this one in a hurry races by on the main road.
That's it...10 minutes of sounds recorded from silence. I had thought that this would be a long and yes, boring process. But as I sat here listening...searching out the sounds and where they were coming from; that time passed by as if only seconds, leaving me feeling as if I've only scratched the surface of the sounds I heard in silence.
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