thirty-one-point-ten (the text)

The following text was written by anne-laure misme  and then recorded to be digitally processed, by Sandy Finlayson, and used to create the audio- quadriphonic environment of the installation. The installation works in a fourteen-minute loop of the text, while the videos  and aaudio are on a four minute forty-two seconds loop altering the perspective of both. The director of the piece, Anne-Laure Misme has collaborated with sound artist Sandy Finlayson and Jennifer McColl on the sculpture. This version was the first work-in-progress.  The sound artist “placed the recorded voice on each channel separately and then used audio effects such as tremolo and Logic’s Grooveshifter to cut away or move small chunks of audio around. By manipulating the audio in this way a hocketing effect is achieved which bounces the voice around the room” (Sandy Finlayson).

Thetext was the very first component of the artwork and is based on autobiographical content. It thematically explores fragmentation.  The fragmentation lens I am using to explore the concept is based on the following definitions: “Broken up into smaller pieces” (http://www.encyclo.co.uk/define/fragmentation) and ”The storage of a file in different sections of memory […]” (http://www.encyclo.co.uk/define/fragmentation).  Overall, fragmentation is the core concept of the piece and is visible in various forms (text, visual and sculptural) within the work. The  text  describes physical, psychological, geographical and/or emotional fragmentations.

thirty-one-point-ten audio

loud but hazy penetrating the nebulous warm and wet space the imminent  periphery opens to the blur bright cold cacophony leaps against the wall to the surface of her skin and inside her zero zero point zero one new acclimatization is required she beholds a newly fluttering cadence of shapes that are yet meaningless zero point zero two zero point zero three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty, one one point one  one point two three four five six propelled upon the liminal space she softens while intertwined her hands tracing an invisible loop  slowly she looses her sense of gravity one point seven one point eight nine ten eleven two three four five six seven eight nine ten ten point one ten point two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven abruptly her body folds meticulously moving and falling  in the bleak distance ten point eleven twelve twelve point one fix vertical axe and frozen depths silence prevails twelve point one  twelve point two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven thirteen fourteen fifteen fifteen point one  fifteen point two three four five six seven eight nine she becomes north an eruption of  patterns flow around and inside her fifteen point ten fifteen point eleven sixteen sixteen point one sixteen point two three four duplication of a former data body skin environment no longer fits together  inside a sphere sounds grumbles and shapes slide away sixteen point five sixteen point  six seven eight nine ten eleven seventeen seventeen point one seventeen point  two three four five six seven erratic particles heavily pulse pushed in the threshold soma enters an unfamiliar zone where the sensation of a new language  is compelled seventeen point eight seventeen point nine ten eleven eighteen nineteen twenty twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-three point one twenty-three point two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven the longing and  voracity  of an eruption of  patterns flowing around and inside her has emerged she becomes west  twenty-four twenty four point one twenty-four point two three what was taught thought and necessary is no longer functional morphing shedding her skin to delete previous primary functions twenty-four point four twenty-four point five six seven eight nine ten eleven twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty thirty-one thirty one point one thirty one point two three four five  foreground isn’t concrete lines dissolves sensing is no longer perceived body oscillates slow pulse eyes flatter but stillness is thirty-one point six thirty-one point seven eight nine ten

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s