remixed for
stereo:
. Wild
Information Network. NY, USA
. Art
in the Air, Sound Art Festival. NB, Canada
. European Radio Network:
(Resonance104.4FM, London;
ORF Kunstradio, Vienna, etc) |
The Space:
In this minimal installation, all we see are several vines of thick
black speaker wire creeping along the floor. At the end of each wire
is a small black flower bud—a mini speaker elongated to intimate
the shape of the mouth. Several wires are braided together to form each
vine. As we wander through the gallery space whispers float up from
the floor. Most of the time, all the vines will be whispering, and at
other times all will be silent, and still at other times certain spatial
patterns delineate themselves due to the particular physical arrangement
of the vines and the custom software playing/routing the voices. The
general space is filled with the white noise of several conflicting
whispers, and only if the visitor dares to kneel down and place their
ear next to a tiny speaker can they hear the different messages seeping
out of the black organic vines threatening to snare them.
The Whispers:
The initial affect of this piece is in the mix of the sculptural element
and the general white noise most people will hear when the ear is at
standing height. I am interested in the meaning within white noise,
theoretically defined as a random sampling of signals from all frequencies
over a period of time. To harness the various spectrum of sounds in
the human voice articulating language, the whispers are in English,
French, German, Italian, and Hebrew (this is also to respect the texts
original language). Of course only a few people will actually attempt
to distinguish one voice from another, and for those who do, they will
hear voices expressing various passages ranging form ancient texts to
online encyclopedia entries. However, even though the frequencies will
be perceived as ‘random,’ the content of the whispers themselves
will weave together towards a projected meaning between the constellation
of microsounds.
The piece loops to create an unending blanket of whispers whirling upon
the floor.
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