►Winterlogue
looks at details
when I worked as a biologist my favorite tools were the
microscope, magnifying lens and binoculars. I could hardly wait
to get back into a lab and peer through the microscope at a tiny
drop of water or at an insect the size of a pin head. The detail in
a tiny living being never ceases to astonish and delight!! In
winter there are few birds, no insects and all the plants are in
suspended mode - very quiet, very still. I wanted to look at
those details - what does hibernating, sleeping, resting life
look like? What is going on under the snow, underground, in
holes and crevices.
►the nurturing silence of winter
my goal was to gather the broken pieces of my creative life, like
searching for an exploded, scattered jigsaw puzzle, and put them
back together again. ha! like Humpty Dumpty. I used
the concept of following the season, doing what
everyone else in the natural world would be doing. I dropped my
leaves and fell into the nurturing soil of silence. And
hiding under the cover of this silence, I could hear the little
peeps of the lost jigsaw parts amid all the crap and tension. I
would hone in on that peep, find that piece and take it out for
a walk which resulted in its' becoming a little more pure again.
►music
without instruments
I came to New Mexico with the plan to work on a set of
books I had started to prototype in New York, so I arrived with
boxes of books and reading material. When I got here though and
began walking I became entranced by all the teeny tiny sounds of
winter and instantly knew that I needed to work with those
first. I begain to have a conversation with them and since I
didn't bring any musical instruments with me, I created music
samples and loops to approximate the voices, rhythms and narratives. The soundtracks are
like notes to myself, sketches which I will build up and refine later.
►walking
is rhythmic and calming
I simply adore walking in nature. Some of the best
experiences I've ever had occured while walking in a desert or
along a beach or through a forest. After about 30 minutes of
continuous walking my body just starts to hum and it's like I
can hear all these tiny happy chirps, dinks and chortles of my
body settling into a groove. Once I'm in this groove state, then
I begin to be flooded with ideas. Walking is actually how I
think, it's somhow fueled by movement. Once
I've worked up a small sweat, ideas flow, all I do is go home and work
with them until they fit together.
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►listening
carefully
I've definitely missed being able to (and actually needing
to) listen very carefully to the sounds in my environment. In
the cities I wear earplugs most of the time to block out the
torrent of sonic assaults-sirens, screams, jackhammering,
honking, subway rumbles, gas pipe hissing, you name it. Among
trees, I WANT to hear every little creak, bird chirp, furry
footstep or leaf flutter. It's all a morse code signal reporting
on the state of this very moment.
►recovering
delight, surprise
with this collection of walks I wanted to remind/convince
myself that I was not frozen over and dead and that nature was
still alive and delightful as ever.
►the
order of walks
the order is a journey that takes you from the hightest
point on a mesa mountan top down into the individual crystals
that form a little ice tree. I didn't set out to do a narrative
journey at first even though I had set myself on something of a narrative
path.
►the
sound of Winterlogue
I am attempting to create the kinds of sounds I need to
hear right now. A very big choir sound sung by 100s of small voices,
but done so very softly. It's like a kind of sound food. I have
heard these sounds all my life and I just assumed I would find
music that would approximate it and amplify it...
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other walks, other seasons
yeah, now that I've experimented with winter, I'm curious
to see what spring, summer and fall would be like. There
are so many permutations to try even with winter, so many more
kinds of quiet to explore. It's January now and I'm still not
quite ready for Spring, I'm still enjoying the silence, and the
snow.
►inner
and outer landscapes
a crucial lesson I've learned is that the inner landscape
takes its' cues from the outer landscape and is either
strengthened or weakened by it.
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