Openings

Welcome

Journey I

Porous

this short extract, called Porous, is taken from an Etude called Cosmosis and is a conversation of sounds and images, of struck stones and flowing water, creating an atmosphere of porous openness to the sounds and images of nature and making a playful space for your associations, imagination and creativity…………when you have looked and listened to this you might find interesting this podcast by Tom Service on Deep Listening which covers the work of Pauline Oliveros.

If you found Porous interesting you might like to listen to the full version called Cosmosis on the Current Projects page.

Rain Race

Rain falls on a glass surface. The drops coalescing into rivulets. They fly by gravity and wind as if squeaking over the surface, herding together, changing direction as a group. What causes them to do the same thing? They fall and run somehow purposefully and urgently, yet going nowhere but into puddles, drains and evaporation. On a window pane rain inscribes its patterns. We see, we see through. Patterns, movement, in light reflected on glass. Waiiting for a coffee at the V&A.

Lines

I stand in the field of silence excluded from the conversations flying down the overhead wires, they vibrate and shimmer with talk and chat. The birds alight to listen, but discover the plinking tunes that play as they jump from one stave to another. The sun comes up on the brown water and a bright blue day emerges, birds play and feel the vibrant conversations beneath their talons, holding on tight balancing on the sounds. We see more lines of flight, aircraft in formation making lines across the sky. When was the first straight line invented, discovered? We like them. their ordered connectivity directionality, and enclosure. Point-line-plane…rhythm-melody-harmony……Atmosphere.

Journey II

Haar

The expert ploughing and sculpted curves of the field running down to the sea, are protected from high tide erosion by huge blocks of stone making a kind of harbour wall, enclosing precious soil. The land is reminded of its connection to the sea by the Haar, sea mist that flows into its valleys and makes its misty, smoky way across the field. Its presence is eerie, ghostly, the temperature drops rapidly and a clammy moisture is left behind.

Caravan

We booked this holiday on the Fife coast. We stared at our holiday home. The lobster boat slowly inspected its creels. We wondered what had befallen this caravan and how it ever got here in the first place. The wind and weather were having their say, admonishing. Someone, sometime had been here and taken shelter, maybe even had a holiday. Abandoned the caravan just gave up and caved in.

Frond

Minerals and bacteria discolour a small leet, a wee burn creating an underworld in time by flow. All its vegetable and organic inhabitants are dyed golden. The growing vegetation reaches out in a kind of showy display, octopus-like, languid, and beckoning. The saxophone of Richard Ingham weaves its way towards a melody at the end. Light is filtered, blues, yellows reflections of trees shine as we imagine the ‘head’ in the water, sleeping, long drowned, as fronds wave goodbye.

Frond II

Frond II explanation.