Vespertine wandering
out with my recorder in a nearby park,
autumn turning to winter
people riding bicycles
playing basketball and tennis
jogging
walking dogs
walking home
going out…
in with my recorder and contact mics
the apartment studio
capturing sounds
dropping fragments of cutup aluminium cans
tapping shards of a favourite big red ceramic bowl,
accidentally smashed
activating spring-steel street-sweeper bristles found lying on the street
building ad-hoc sound machines with a turntable, post-consumer containers, balls and objects
teasing electronic sounds from handheld bastl kastle, pocket operator and artiphon synthesisers
outside
little corella parrots calling
bells ringing at a nearby greek orthodox church
all immaterial materials gathered to digitally build
a new sonic experience
not music, not documentary, not film score
a kind of poetry, drawings with sound and time, evocations
this artists everyday work
