pandemic: soundspaces for the end of the world
In the middle of the pandemic, I have stopped wanting to be an artist. I am struggling to find meaning in making about anything else and I am not prepared to make about this. If art is all I know and I cannot be an artist now, all I can be is present. I have sought out moments of silence and emptiness to escape the overwhelming circumstances. Within these moments the atmosphere filters in the sounds I may not often hear, but now I can breathe into and be washed over by. I invite you to close your eyes and listen.
soundspace 1
soundspace 2
soundspace 3
On the Farm, Accidentally
In the early months of the Pandemic, I accidentally ended up on a farm in the mountains of Upstate New York. What felt like the end of the world at first, slowly became the refreshing beginning of a new world. This new world took the form of tomato seeds, hand-spun goat fibers, and freshly milled pine boards. And I realized I find most pleasure and meaning in building community with earth’s materials.
Chicken Coop
Garden Shed
Mohair Yarn
Mohair Rug
Video Performance of Forgotten Meaning