InsidesOut (sound art)

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.