by @ducktrash, curated by @eeeeeeeugenia

As a child, I always played in the woods behind my house. One of my favorite things to do was making “Nature Soup,” a special concoction of leaves, dirt, rocks, sticks, flowers, and anything else that caught my eye in the woods. I would arrange the pretty pieces of nature just as a chef arranges a dish of food (although it was on an upturned frisbee rather than a plate). I would bring the finished Nature Soup to my mom and my brother, and they would always pretend to eat it and go “mmmmm, so yummy!” 
To this day, this memory resurfaces often. I think these nascent moments hinted at my passions for cooking & growing food as well as my lifelong love for nature. It’s funny how much meaning there can be in seemingly silly childsplay. Touching on a wide range of genres from dub house to glitchy electro to hard techno, I aimed to curate sonic textures that paint the forest. The fresh smells, the surprising feelings of Earth in my hands, and even the gritty taste when I dared to take a bite of my Nature Soup. There’s nothing quite like the infinite variety, beauty, and mystery within the woods. <3 
To further illustrate this memory, here is a photo album that I shot using a disposable camera in 2014. I wrote captions on the back of each photo as well, narrating a family of ducks walking through some good old Indiana woods. I didn’t know it at the time, but now I see it’s something of a self portrait of the disparate parts of myself getting along with each other while on a lovely meandering hike. 

- DUCKS IN NATURE - 
DiN1 “Water Duck resists temptation of using mysterious plastic lid as raft.” DiN2 “Water Duck relaxes under bridge and tries not to pity kayakers who need a boat to float.” DiN3 “Water Duck avoids camera.” 
DiN4 “Duck Family takes breather atop shady rock hill.” 
DiN5 “Duck Family perches above dangerous rock shards,” 
DiN6 “for they don’t want rock splinters.” 
DiN7 “Flower Duck enjoys company.” 
DiN8 “Flower Duck imagines using flower as parasol.” 
DiN9 “Eye Duck focuses so hard that camera cannot focus on her.” 
DiN10 “Water Duck wonders what Flower Duck sees in dumb old flowers.” DiN11 “Water Duck hides in strange green grass.” 
DiN12 “Duck Family faces rocky peril.” 
DiN13 “Duck Family struggles to stay in a row.” 
DiN14 “Flower Duck faces world.” 
DiN15 “Flower Duck explores watery dirt.” 
DiN16 “Flower Duck hopes mud is not in fact horse poo.” 
DiN17 “Water Duck and Flower Duck step out of their elements.”
DiN18 “Water Duck gets a splinter due to porous skin. Flower Duck gives words of encouragement, but doesn’t know how to remove splinter. Water Duck powers through pain.” DiN19 “Middle Child of Duck Family rebels.” 
DiN20 “Flower Duck and Eye Duck take a swim.” 
DiN21 “Middle Child of Duck Family talks trash about Flower Duck’s fear of the ocean to Water Duck. Soon after, recognizes own distaste for salt water and feels gossiper’s remorse.” DiN22 “Water Duck struggles to keep up with Flower Duck & Middle Child of Duck Family on difficult terrain.” 
DiN23 “Water Duck sees pond on horizon.”

ghunghru 045 // duck trash / The Shape of Memory

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a space where we promote all audible oddities, in fact, encourage.
a space where we focus on the whole.
a space where time isn’t measured.
a space where no structure is okay. 
a space where silence is accepted.
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