No 2 (Birch Rock)

No 4 (Scattered Rocks)

No 6 (Tomb Rock)

A soundscape for a recent group show in Malmö (2017) of works inspired by Norse mythology, specifically the Norns, weavers of fate. 
My net sculpture was shown in the context of this ambient soundscape I recorded for the piece...

Norns

ANGELA

A sculptural installation with an ambient soundscape inspired by Jason Bauer's poem 'Angela'

ANGELA

(i)
You have murdered me
your neck white
your shoulderblades entering my flesh
slicing it from the bone like cheese
I am locked in your insect basement
my mouth filled with dirt
my limbs flail, useless, slapping & scratching
each gesture emptier than the last
You tell me you are not afraid of death
my grief must seem a banal vanity to you
but it is your eyes, your throat —
and as they flash through my mind
I hear the wail of my senseless, terrible fury

(ii)
there is a quickening in my blood —
yes, I feel it gathering within me —
this storm of maddened bliss
the damage is irreparable, irreversible —
the wound will not heal
I am poised and balanced, for now
though my eyes are blind
streaming moist lassitude and regret
balming my lips and soaking the adam’s apple
you’ve called me happy
and so I am —
as happy as a vase
it’s bright in here
frozen in a wax grin stasis stump
towards this, this wreckage I groan —
as if a thousand years of grief and desire
could lift me out of history
and neutralize the poison in the air
Angela
Angela—
you have killed me, so many times —
as from across Millennia I was cauterized
by your eyes —
you are the white light behind my eyelids
that momentary flash when I bang my head
(and I bang it often)
you drag me by the leg
my mouth fills with dirt
my mouth, my mouth —
all the dirt in eternity couldn’t fill it —
and I stagger on, useless crippled fool,
leaving a trail of pus like a slug
dying the double Death
of trying to neutralize my life
while hoping that it will somehow absorb me
and I, idiot mannequin,
will mimic it —
if only something would feed me the lines —
set me on the Line —
O dark Sister,
forge me another Shape —
take me up, pale Succubus —
laugh —
flourish —
O my Darling —
We are the Dead

Jason Bauer

Angela

FIELDS

Onethirdofaday

Excerpt from a live performance/installation on 24th January 2019, at Nha Minh, Brooklyn

meat curtains

My grandmother's voice processed through a lyra 8 synthesiser for 'Eurydice', a site specific installation on an old cemetery in Hillsdale, NY on 19/20 Oct 2019. The sound piece was accompanied by my sculptural works, pigmented bedsheets I arranged on selected tomb stones.

Ruth

Here/hear

This piece is my  response to the letter 'H' for the annual group exhibition 'Ride Your Pony'. 26 participants from across the globe including an array of Designers, Illustrators, Photographers, Artists and Makers are each invited to create a piece of work to exhibit in response to a lucky dip letter of the alphabet. The brief asks the participants to use their letter which they receive in the post as either an object within their work, or as a starting point for them to begin from.

wolkowicz

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