reflections and considerations
Two weeks ago I was working towards an intensive workshop taking place before Easter, for the creation of a collaborative audio guide in Brunswick Square. This workshop has been re-evaluated and moulded into something longer and more free-flowing, allowing participants to listen and shape their work over a longer period …
There’s a place that we go, inside our heads. Sometimes it’s with sound that calms us. Sometimes it’s with nature. Sometimes it’s with another person, who we trust to take there. I trusted someone, someone who knew me a long time. I took him to that place and showed him …
When the world moves around you, it is almost impossible to stay in that space, alone in yourself, wondering when things won’t feel the same anymore. The quiet was nice, the calm, the chance to just worry about the small flat he left you with, and making enough to sustain …
I found the tree when he left me. I had never noticed it in the garden, but then again, I had never visited the way I do now. It was unusual, the leaves a dark green with a texture similar to ivy, glossed as if dipped in resin …
I wait in anticipation for the audience to breathe. No one wants to break the silence, not even a cough from a normally disinterested listener cracks the air. He captured them all. 10 seconds could have passed at the end of his encore before a single clap triggered the wave …
I want to touch it all. The greens play with the browns of the earth. Don’t you want to know what the leaves of that bramble bush feel like near the railroad tracks? The flowing metal against the harshest of stems? I do constantly. I want to grasp my surroundings. …
I’m here again. Have you ever put a song on repeat? I have right now. It’s a piano piece called Samba. I think I will learn it, I have the sheet music for it somewhere. And here it is again. The same song, the same feelings, another perspective. I am …
I made a quick trip to the north to see my mother. My family is spread all over Europe and America, but luckily my mum is just a 5 hour train ride to Newcastle. The closest relative would be my dad in Buckinghamshire, but seeing as that is my most …
The first post on this website also marks the last post on my old blog, a site made by a past friend which doesn’t really relate to me anymore. A post of this kind is meant to have some weight about it, but I have begun so many paragraphs that …
