This sound gesture is about maintaining my voice, in the face of car noise, birds and people outside the window. Interference.
All my life, it has been extremely hard – if not impossible – to hear, notice, feel myself when thrown into the tumble drier (or, more a washing machine) with all the sensations impressions feelings that I sense in other people, nature, and even just the dead noise of “civilisation”.
It has been impossible to know who I am, because …
… it’s hard to see something quiet, subtle and fluid in between all these noisy shapes.
In between many things that are not alive.
It’s hard to filter out the dead,
filter out that which will be left behind,
that which doesn’t speak because there is no substance behind it.
We don’t speak by being anymore, even though that’s still the most economical way.