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No hiding how exciting it is to see all the sheep come down from the Highlands, all on this one day of the year when they get rounded up to head to their winter homes from Fljótstunga Farm, Iceland. I continued Floor Plans on Napkins, the sound project I am working on, but also just played with microphones to listen in on these amazing Icelandic sheep. They sound just like humans, like little old men. My external hard drive is now bursting with sheep sounds.
Embarked on my first soundwalk at Fljótstunga, Iceland, taking along artist Bozka Rydlewska. It's very different than listening in a city--- out here little tiny sounds sound BIG. It's very quiet yet the wind makes a constant roar. We hiked over lava fields and ended up sort of inside a sheep fence? There really is no wrong route around Fljótstunga, with otherworldy views and sounds to find every which way you turn.
In Iceland for two weeks as a resident artist at Fljótstunga! Started out the last two days getting bearings, taking first sound recordings, and working on some drawings. More updates to come!
Responses in drawing
from Thursday, 26 September
Threading through the Real And Other Fictions exhibition at Carpe Diem,
a part of 'Close, Closer': the 2013 Lisbon Architecture Triennale
Lisbon, Portugal
The Palácio Pombal is a building with a significant and diverse past– its previous lives ranging from an embassy, to a residence, to now an impoartant architectural and historic landmark in Lisbon. The building's personality, like many historic places that have changed hands over time, includes a lavish and well-maintained entryway, leading away into other rooms in various states of preservation/disrepair. Up the polished white curving marble staircase, past impeccable classical sculptures of well-endowed lions and ladies, one could look up and see ceiling beams exposed, plaster and paint giving way.
As a home for an art exhibition, Real and Other Fictions, the presence of the building itself is massively resonant throughout the works shown. Many speak to or about the history of the Palácio, others delve into political climates about the current state of affairs in Lisbon or more broadly about democracy in southern Europe.
Fast, gestural drawings I made in response to some of the work follow below.
<< "clean" in slate grey, steel and wood
buying in, buying in, buying in
created a pop-up "parliament" by all sitting in same chair, alternating narrators, switching power
scent of fresh wood and old house>>
Drew these two on consecutive pages, intending that they should exist superimposed.
Above three images: gestural drawings and notes responding to the work
The Universal Declaration of Urban Rights, Zuloark (link)
Above image is a mash-up of a classicizing life-sized female figure sculpture in carved marble, as a building adornment on the landing of the staircase,
and text from a ticking LED screen stating rules of conduct at the top of the staircase, a wonderfully deceptive piece
Embaixada de Terra Nenhuma
by Paulo Moreira & Kiluanji Kia Henda.
Two views of the same bus stop
24 September, 2013 15h35
Av Antonio Augusto de Aguiar
Lisbon, Portugal
An older man standing at a bus stop was looking rather dapper in a pressed grey button-up short-sleeved shirt, with tidy silver hair combed to one side. He informed me that my Portuguese was "not very good," thought I had a Spanish accent, and we finally settled on speaking French to each other. He navigated communications rather elegantly, like an old-fashioned gentleman.
Conversation below transcribed exactly as spoken (flaws and all).
he: “Pour moi chanter une chanson?”
me : “Oui!”
h: (Laughs, shaking head)
m: “Ouiiii, Um pouco! (haha) petite chanson!”
h: “Mais... je n’ai pas de voix.”
m: “Oh, mais... ça n’est pas importante”
he unexpectedly started singing this:
https://soundcloud.com/garverjane/voice-box-lisboa-1
and then asked me this:
he: “... Et, l’objectif du projet, c’est ... quoi? Écouter les personnes? À cours du chansons ...qu’ils connaître? Et après: Quels sont les conclusions?”
m: “Oh, je pense... qu'il n’y a pas de conclusion. “
h: “Pas encore?”
m: “Non, je pense qu’il n’y a pas de conclusion, c’est seulement pour chercher. Maintenant le projet est très très simple. “
h: (smiling) “Je ne suis – je ne suis pas un chanteur.”
m: “Mais c’est parfait!”
This encounter marked the very first recording I took during the expedition, and was one of the best questions asked of me from any people I met.
“You want to listen to people... through the songs that they know? And after... what are the conclusions?”
Planes // Trains
above note from a plane ride between Madrid and Lisbon, pre-expedition. Top photo one of the first I captured in Lisbon. This photo is a distant cousin of flying, from the upward angle of the photograph including the sky, down to the huge hole in the building shaped like a tunnel or an airplane hangar.
Also found when looking back through notes:
The relevant part there being "philosophical investigation into how it feels / what it means to do land travel, as opposed to flying."
Also there and omni-relevant "dis was just like zombie situation, everyone going with their smartphones" overheard as a piece of a story being told on a train.
Note: I asked Merriam-Webster and "omni-relevant" is in fact not a word. I'm waxing poetic. I can invent.
Plane travel as time warp
a clean sealed capsule
high drone of jet engine sounding like a vacuum cleaner or a dentist tool
seamless switching of time zones
In the Sound Development Expedition 2013, travel and making artwork were so integral that one cannot be considered without the other, as they both mirror and form each other. Making artwork with consciousness about the travel, traveling with the intentions of an artist/observer.
<<Plane>> post, soon to be followed by a <<Train>> post.
Last working day in Marseille.
View from the rooftop of La Friche la Belle de Mai, which has been our workspace this week and will house our exhibition this evening.
Today is last-minute getting-it-done style. Hustle mode, y'all.
Sound Development City Radio Transmission 3 with Jane Garver, an Atlanta based visual and sound artist. For SDC 2013, she is working on her piece «Voice Box», an intimate, fleeting interaction for two. More about Jane Garver: http://janegarver.com/
3 October, 2013. Parc de la Ciutadella, Barcelona.
These three young ladies, sitting on the grass in the park, overheard me asking an older man to sing. They waved me over to them and said "She'll sing, she'll sing" all pointing to each other. They decided all to sing together, in the afternoon, there in the Parc de La Ciutadella, Barcelona.
I met these two men, possibly brothers, who were walking along talking to each other in Parc de la Ciutadella, Barcelona. Listen to the recording, and imagine people passing hearing these two men loudly singing a love song, in the park in the afternoon, playing the parts of Aladdin and the Princess.
Magnet Tagging in Lisbon
Thinking about placement, and place in Lisbon:
with mapping // in "real life" // with air and land travel // people being at home or away
I made some drawings about it. Starting with a sort of existential pun ----
A "You Are Here" or "Você Está Aqui" arrow, like on a map, but actually just on paper with magnets on the back so it could be moved anywhere. I thought a person could find this magnet on a wall somewhere, and perhaps move it elsewhere or keep it as a funny little reminder about being present.
How would people know that they should steal these magnets? I started drawing a classical nude riding a ferocious fish holding a serpent (of course), that I had spotted in the courtyard of Lisbon's Carpe Diem . In case that wasn't attractive enough, I took the precaution of writing STEAL THIS MAGNET below her.
I made 12 of these to put out, which was as many as I could make in the day before I left Lisbon that night. A small but specific effort to perhaps enliven a few little forgotten signs and window grates. Pictured below: a few magnets in situ.
In good tag company on a disused mail slot
Privativo?
Outside a seedy sex shop. Por que não.
Goodbye, Lisboa! On to Marseille by Friday.
*I give props to my lovely friend EVEREMAN and others in Atlanta's Free Art movement for ideas about non-destructive, ephemeral street art.
Av Forças Armadas + Avenida 5 de Outbro, Entre Campos, Lisbon, Portugal
Last morning in Lisbon. First thing in the morning run around the area to plan one last little super sneaky art project before getting on the night train Lisboa ---> Madrid.
Late night work session, feat. Tunnelmusik, Third Space, and Voice Box at the Lisbonaire basement.
near Av. Roma + Av. Estados Unidos da América.
Entre Campos area, Lisboa
Calçada Cascão + Travessa Zagalo, in front of Panteão Nacional, Lisbon, Portugal.
I'll explain this the best I can, although it is a bit inexplicable:
These 15-20 college-aged people were either wearing long black robes or white t-shirts, walking very fast together sort of talk-chanting. They had a rowdy, silly vibe-- no seriousness at all. I quickly hopped in front of them and did a hand motion to ask them to gather up. (I have no idea why I did this gesture or why it worked). I felt like we were all on some kind of odd sports team for a moment, getting a plan. I asked them if they could all sing together, and allow me to record, and this is what resulted. They were very generous, and SO loud. This encounter was definitely an instance of being in the right place at the right time. Soon to come: research on what these people were doing (I've seen several groups dressed the same), and hopefully a good translation of this Call-and-Answer.
Call and Answer, Lisboa Passing by on a sidewalk near Praça Rossio Thursday, 20 September, 15h