A space of 20 days..
Remnants of easter lillies and basement voices, and the soundscape today is ‘spoken’ in long sentences of repair..
Acts of sifting through light and images, being drawn towards circular framing, liquid screen.
I project another ‘walk’, a previous act of trespass to incite connection both there and here.
There is an echo that I try to listen to, and in order to do this I resume the walking circle for a moment, just for a moment..
And then 2 people arrive to ‘order’ the flowers. scooping and sifting through dead heads, and I listen to the pouring of water.
He tells me of a choir practice and he says ‘ there is a three second delay when we sing, from the front to the back of the church. When we sing we can hear ouselves three seconds after we stop. we can still hear our voices at the back of the church’.
and I am invited to come and listen sometime..
