Sensing at once: ice chopping, cold air, cars passing, statue shadow, water vapours, highway drone
Crouching on moonlit ice, listening mindfully to rustling leaves, when someone asks: Are you OK?
Distant carols, dancing wires and slushing ice on a cold winter night
Rehearsing Dona Nobis Pacem (grant us peace) : the sound of context
As I walk and shave, I notice the shifting light and acoustic resonance as floors creak and razors transform hair into dust (artwork in the video by Sabrina Mathews)
shaking objects, shifting drones, undulating landscapes and distant voices awaken the senses
As we wait for something to happen – like taking a train – all manner of things are happening: buzzing, flickering, laughter… There is no point waiting.
As I woke up, I noticed the rustling of my arm on the duvet : a sound that was always there
walk pray listen
ventilation drone hotel