Anna Celeste Edmonds

A sound artist, field recordist and researcher with a love for heritage sites, ruins and buildings at risk.
 
Anna Celeste Edmonds

The Consolation Tree

     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 …

Pause

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 …

By the Tracks

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. …

Repeat

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 …

Coming Home

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 Day of Spring

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 …