All my sketches/essais/sungword from this year, 2025.

Song Diary

This is an "essai," or an attempt, to use Cézanne's words. It's part of an ongoing journal of my artistic practice where I reflect on aesthetic choices, share progress, and invite you into my world as I'm working things out. 

Perhaps it will become something durable someday. For now, take it as ephemera and interact spontaneously. See more on this at https://alexsilvertown.com.

Essai: I gripped it under my sweat

Essai: Like fresh water at the zoo

This is an "essai," or an attempt, to use Cézanne's words. It's part of an ongoing journal of my artistic practice where I reflect on aesthetic choices, share progress, and invite you into my world as I'm working things out.

Did you see the big cloud raising its head?
Giving a warning . . . to everyone trying hard.

Perhaps it will become something durable someday. For now, take it as ephemera and interact spontaneously. See more on this at alexsilvertown.com.

Essai: Big cloud raising its head

This is an "essai," or an attempt, to use Cézanne's words. It's part of an ongoing journal of my artistic practice where I reflect on aesthetic choices, share progress, and invite you into my world as I'm working things out.

Perhaps it will become something durable someday. For now, take it as ephemera and interact spontaneously. See more on this at https://alexsilvertown.com.

Essai: I see you but I never guess

This is an "essai," or an attempt, to use Cézanne's words. It's part of an ongoing journal of my artistic practice where I reflect on aesthetic choices, share progress, and invite you into my world as I'm working things out.

Essai: Why don't I know what to look through

This is an excerpt from a longer arrangement of words. It's a meditation on the recurring overwhelm of living in the Information Age. Rough mix.

Staring at a tree without looking

Freestanding songs, pretty internet-hidden.

Staring at a tree without looking

Marsh Diary