Some thoughts about why & how...
Working with very limited material, maybe only two or three sounds for each new piece. Taking everything possible from the tiniest element, making the smallest things significant, creating something from nearly nothing.
Exploring the qualities of a sound. A process of uncovering, of revealing hidden details and turning perspective on its head. A fascination with states of stasis, by matter that appears to be still yet is always in motion. Searching for sounding movements that change our perception of time and textures that slowly evolve, rotate and turn in on themselves.
To listen, rather than just to hear with dumb ears. The power of sound as a transformative experience, a place for uncertainty and substance. Moving out of the harsh glare of a visually dominated culture.
Intuition...you are the idea, the movement, the moment. Intuition is a technique of knowledge or self-knowledge that has become internalised, can run on automatic and at a rapid rate. It is a reaching into the depths of memory and the subconscious that cannot be willed or forced.
Because: I have many doubts and many questions (I don't think I have any answers). Sometimes I hope to offer a moment in which someone might sense that things do not have to be as they are..........
Because: 'words fail me'. Language leaves too much to be desired .HG July 07
And still...endlessly growing cells; cutting back, reducing, condensing, mutating, fermenting...on and on and on and round and round and round...
The discussion now focuses on how to continue. A shift from 'clear sense of statement' to 'intensely questioning', is perhaps entirely inevitable. The first flush of energy and newness has waned and whatever replaces it is coloured by a sense of loss.
Beyond this: how to deal with saturation?
HG November 09
Why? Because I have to.
HG December 09
SOME OTHER PEOPLE'S THOUGHTS ABOUT WHY & HOW
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
Being that music is our life, in that it has given us a life, did we make things clear? That is, do we love Music, and not the systems, the rituals, the symbols, the worldly greedy gymnastics we substitute for it? That is, do we give everything, a total commitment to our own uniqueness?
Morton Feldman
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot
There is no port, there is nowhere to go
only the deepening blackness darkening still
blacker upon the soundless, ungurgling flood
darkness at one with darkness, up and down
and sideways utterly dark, so there is no direction any more.
D.H. Lawrence
The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognise who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.
Kublai Khan
When bankers get together for dinner, they discuss Art.
When artists get together for dinner, they discuss money.
Oscar Wilde
Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing. That was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of 'world history', but nevertheless, it was only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths, the star cooled and congealed, and the clever beasts had to die. - One might invent such a fable, and yet he still would not have adequately illustrated how miserable, how shadowy and transient, how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect looks within nature. There were eternities during which it did not exist. And when it is all over with the human intellect, nothing will have happened.
Nietzsche
It is impossible to speak in a way which is never misunderstood.
Karl Popper
You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may I say.
Dr. Seuss
