started a day thinking random things as I suppose we all do but here we go.
i approach a lot of my own work with a notion of distillation. (i am trying to put all of this out into words for myself to have, but for you to take away, throw back, or tear apart.)
but i haven’t been in a clear space of distillation in a while. what do i mean by this. i used to write down more, i used to spend hours doing continuous talking exercises based on a theme so that the words could become cleared and the ones that stayed were there for a reason, some drift away like clouds and some anchor down deep, reluctant to separate. and that gave way to syllables, to sounds, to space that often lacked language.
at some point over the years, I forgot to start from a place of fullness. I forgot that there should be a cyclone of thoughts and feelings to be reached out towards from this eye of the storm. finding the center. so i suppose i am trying again since the ghosts still manage to make soft whispers and i could, in return, consider amplifying what is there.
i was thinking about horizons, about green flashes, about the above and below and where we find place in all of this.
in mandarin tian di is the cosmos of the heavens and the earth. we stand on the line between, looking up at the sky expecting that this is where we will go but ultimately are swallowed up by the earth that pads our soles.
a slight shift in sound, an upward lilt in tian and we have a field (more common) or a landfill (less so)
and in processing another shift, a soft bow in tian and we have something that sounds like… licking. do we return with our faces pressed into the ground, licking the earth licking the dirt licking our wounds? gaze up at the skies. is my body pinned down and have i done it to myself? who to say. perhaps gentle perhaps unforced. i am prone pressed by sheer weight and gravity into this cradle one seldom remembered but holds me still. how do i reckon with this stillness. is is it pursuit or if i lie here long enough does it shape into a reckoning..?
what to confront? clear the weeds, pull up by root and shake. the earth returns rightful in its place somewhat disheveled.
Què feis pel pont de desembre? Tenim un pla per voltros 🌎 Taller de titelles amb Enrico D. Wey a Mallorca!! @e.dy.w@fertilefields 🤯 dilluns 8 i dimarts 9 de desembre ens trobarem a Es Local @infoeslocal 🍂
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Amb el suport del @conselldemca@culturamallorca
Introducing Artist in Residence: Enrico Dau Yang Wey.
In 2024, Voice As Landscape inaugurated the first-ever Artist in Residence program at Stichting Perdu. A month-long residency through which questions of voice and place were bound. This year, we invite Enrico D. Wey to spend a month thinking and making with us.
Quoting poet Gabriela Mistral, they say of their process:
“Me habita como un eco.”
Special thanks:
@cultuurfonds Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fond
📷: @e.dy.w and @itsyohannes
📹: @fabijanlipican
thank you for inviting me to be a part of vuelta vacío / @lorenzombiee within palabra / @mentenguerra at @condeduquemad .
thank you @mrmm for the audio support and feedback .
And a true pleasure to share space with thought-provoking artists @lourettta and @elvinbrandhi .
this ongoing exploration began from the character 川 (stream) to visualise an imagined glacier (冰川) - solid, yet fluid in layers and residues, ever changing, often imperceptible, as in memories, or perhaps a living memorial of what’s to come .
glacier flow | @fertilefields
