A selection of sound art created by the Young Sound Seekers team during our 2022 summer Audio Lab camp. Many of these young producers are part of the blind community and recorded, edited, and mixed these creations from soundscape field recordings at local protected lands.

This project was made possible by a grant from the National Environmental Education Foundation, and produced in collaboration with Atlantic Center for the Arts, Stetson University, and the Conklin Davis Center for Visually Impaired.
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Mister Chris Summer 2022 YSS Project Final

Marquis Beckford Audio Story Ver. 1.1

Final Project - Timmy V1

Delayna And Yassir Final Audio

Raid Capture of Serotonin

I'm slowly piecing together the parts of this puzzling situation I'm in.

Clearly I came here for a reason. I just have to walk myself backwards from where I am now to learn why. The moon was surprisingly cleanly destroyed; disintegrated would be a better explanation of its current state now, though how it managed to get that way after such an explosion still alludes me. That must be part of it. Fortunately its new state of being so much dust means that I'm safe from that at least.

All around me are the shards of glass and twisted metal. Right. That thing burst through the orbital station after some alarms went off, setting everything on the path to destruction. What was it? That's still unclear. What about the screams?

Reeling around to search everywhere around me, I can't see any signs of life, nor loss of it. If there had been people close enough for me to hear them, I would've expected to be able to see some sign of them…ah, that's it. People were remotely monitoring my progress through the station, guiding me. The screams must have been through my helmet's audio, which is why I was able to hear them so clearly. That connection is obviously lost now due to the damage to the helmet, so no help there. Still, the picture is becoming clearer.

Under my feet is that massive planet of fire. Perhaps the station was chosen to be here because of the world and the moon that followed around it? Yes! That's it!

Suddenly everything becomes clear. I came to this orbital station because it was about to undergo an unplanned detonation. My mission was to stop that from happening. I had almost made it when the unexpected missile pierced the hull of the station. The last thing I remember comes into focus, one single word that was imprinted upon the glass of the port. The answer: ICARUS. And now that my ship has faithfully returned to my side, I can find out why this happened. That word, ICARUS, will guide the way.

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YOU NEVER KNOW ME 
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You Don't Know Me

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fish tank Dreamscape mix.
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An environmental arts program for blind and partially sighted youth.

The program encourages the appreciation of natural sounds and will help overcome barriers to access by creating a safe, undistracted outdoor space for blind and partially sighted students. 
A partnership between Atlantic Center for the Arts, the Center for Visually Impaired, and Stetson University, supported by the National Park Service Natural Sounds and Night Skies Division.

Mrva is the brain child of Jason Head, born out from under a rock in rural upstate New York, he was raised by wild dogs and perfected the art of digging holes at an early age. After infiltrating society’s ranks , Mr. Head earned his MFA from Maryland Institute College of Art before relocating to Brooklyn. Married with one feral child, Jason now lives in the Hudson Valley and has spent the last 10 years working as a post-production television editor.

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