InsidesOut (sound art)

opened shut, black white, silent slam, hidden hurry. Influence: my kitchen cabinets don't stay closed. But let settle your own metaphor.

A short snipped of the direct transcribed thought of a manic episode. Roughly, 5 seconds. Not everything can be caught, of course. The rest exists in between the mind and reality. Whatever that means.

quite serious word play in list form.

Will humans ever find answers to our most mind-rattling of mysteries? What makes a question unsolvable? Is there a point at which a question becomes less than naive? This is a simple question in a state of hunger. Listen as the question and answer meet in the middle at just the ripe moment, like a perfect relationship never meant to happen.

This short film speaks domestic traditions' before and after effects. Bon appetit.

An image--something as simple as a hammer--added to a spoken words can change all symbolism in infinite ways. A sound--something as simple as a scrap poem written on a napkin-- added to an image does the same. What came first? The material we process or the symbolism? Where did the symbol come from?

Surreal, Siren, Reel. Simple object, infinite possibility Sound carries simple object into infinite possibility.

Stream of consciousness. Voice play.

The third installment of a series adapted from writing.

The second installment of a series adapted from writing.

The first installment of a series adapted from writing.

Is a letter more or less intimate when spoken? The process certainly changes from premeditated grammatical perfection to raw stream of consciousness with a touch of epistlesque form. But do we lose an interpretive quality when we skip the writing process and jump straight from thought to voice?

Do you ever wonder what you would learn about human nature if you could hear people's thoughts at a bus stop? I did once.

One must go In to find Sanity. A simple fact of life.

Sometimes, idea-sharing becomes so fluid, so visceral, it could evolve into a breathing creature above our heads. And with a blink, a breath, it's gone. Just a bit of pondering I happened to capture. In doing so, I'll call it art. For its own sake.

She speaks to sleeping ears. She speaks into a vacuum. Nothing goes in, nothing comes out. A spoken poem.

Metaphor's presence in this life has swelled to ridiculous proportions. One can simply press record and capture a thousand untold stories in two minutes of footage. Yes, this piece is silly, spontaneous and useless on the surface. Consider yourself warned.

I find that no matter what thought you begin with, you will always come full circle.

Like a castle or a maze, thought weaves in and out of hidden doorways and corridors, leading no where and everywhere at once. This is the beauty of spontaneous prose.

An experiment. Giving movement, color and sound to still, silent words.

What lies beneath the words we say?

A stream of consciousness rambling put to voice. Mouth manipulation can alter the sanity of any spoken word.

More Word Play!

A Vocal piece. Plays with a childhood phrase often thrown around on a playground.

Just a little game we used to play.

Four voices, one person. An aural conveyance of one mind's memory.

A spoken poem.

Again, as in "Boy," the story lies in silence. Though the viewer will never know what actually occurred in the footage, I will never know what stories viewers will conjure.

Two women, two poets, discuss the body in a poetic, call-and-response form.

The word and color 'red' are symbolic for such a wide range of things--from passion to anger. Interesting, how such a color, with this all-encompassing attribute, so often represents a wide range of feminine entities, as well.