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Kiana Khansmith
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@utastudiotime
In search of beginnings as to many ends have meet and nothing to place a space of time.
In the search of time and no time.
I have always failed.- If only I could draw!- I can't. That's why I keep on drawing...
Giacometti
light in the distance.
thought or part of process
Time is a filter. I make something, I leave it, I start to communicate with it if I leave it and return to it. Waiting to return and the dirt to settle. To many Ideas but no strong hold or believe in them yet.
Life of making
as life has it's way it challenges my plans of action. Therefore most of my studio time is in my head. However by having a physical space it helps my imagination to possibly creative something real quite soon. This is part of the process, passive action. Space to think. Space to form and develop.
times of doubt cover the landscape and a forever lasting cold isn't inspiring. The dark clouds are moving in.
The sound and light in the studio.
distance the next step
Last week was getting to know the other/space. seeing its beauty without pretty frames. falling into it empty. now its time to work with it, away from it, against it, for it......
I am moving in this week! With things and plans. The site is listent too but now i need to listen to what I need to do. Everything changes and yet comes back to the same point.
The red light outside my studio window, like a forever lasting sunset in blurred vision.
studiotime
The noice within and my footstepps
Last night I stepped into the studio with my sound recorder and mapped the space with my feet and voice. I tried to record some of the voices of the space. A dialogue with found noise and the wall around me. Some recording will appear soon here!