#soundwalk

From Luigi Agostini

"Cinquantasettanni a Livorno e non conoscevo per niente alcune strade che abbiamo percorso oggi, e mi sono pure divertito."

From Jacqueline Solís

Soundwalk 2: 21 May, New Zealand

"Just by the sound of the forest I know it is autumn. The forest is a lot more quiet now. The cicadas are gone. There are still birds flying around but not as many. Sadly I do not know if they have flown to the North of the Island or they are going to bed earlier in the day. I have the feeling that this quietness allows for the noise to be more present."

Birkenstein - Soundwalk das Knistern der Opferkerzen - das Plätschern des Weihwassers und des Alpenbachs - kleiner soundwalk

Birkenstein, ein verwinkelter Wallfahrtsort am Alpenrand. Unter der Kirche ist eine Gruft. Man muss sich bücken, um in den höhlenartigen kleinen Raum zu gelangen. Die runden Decken sind schwarz mit Russ der Opferkerzen -  ca 40 weiße langstielige Kerzen brennen mit einem knisternden Geräusch. Über den Kerzen ein rundes Loch zur Entlüftung, durch das man die Stimmen und Bewegungen von Menschen hört, die  über die Holztreppe zur Kapelle hochsteigen. Neben der Gruft ein kleines Becken, in das das heilige Wasser fließt, das man sich in Flaschen abfüllen kan. Daneben ein Andenkenladen. Zwei Besucher machen ein Selfie und fragen die andern um Erlaubnis. Ein paar Schritte weiter über die Freiluftkapelle zu dem Bach, der sich angeblich aus sieben Quellen speist.  Eine Gruppe von Menschen bereiten sich auf eine Taufe vor.

the crackling of the sacrificial candles - the splashing of the holy water and the Alpine stream.

Birkenstein, a labyrinthine place of pilgrimage on the edge of the Alps. Under the church is a crypt. You have to bend down to enter the cave-like small room. The round ceilings are black with soot from the sacrificial candles - about 40 white long-stemmed candles burn with a crackling sound. Above the candles a round hole for ventilation, through which you can hear the voices and movements of people climbing the wooden stairs to the chapel. Next to the crypt a small basin into which the holy water flows, which can be bottled. Next to it a souvenir store. Two visitors make a selfie and ask the others for permission. A few steps further over the open-air chapel to the brook that supposedly feeds from seven springs.  A group of people are preparing for a baptism.

On aporee

“small fall city walk”

“Walking by river kids”

My fake soundwalk-

Spiritus Noctis / Barrandov 22:15–00:45 / 2020

1. Fear stems from insecurity. 2. First, you can hear the danger before you actually see it.

Spiritus Noctis is what makes night perceptions so strangely different from the day ones.

The book is a record of a night soundwalk around Barrandov. Photographic panoramas of auditory stops together with the sound recording compose a “map” of the given environment in real time, which then helps to explore and understand this peculiar space. During the night, however, everything seems to look and sound different, and it thus rises a question whether, despite all the effort, something still remains unfold.

THIS BOOK WAS AWARDED AS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CZECH BOOK of 2020 in student category.

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There’s a juxtaposition in the city where you can see the human design yet it has a life beyond our control. We are involved yet superfluous. There is order imposed, but simultaneously we might be swept away by chaos. 

The city is in flux but within the tumult there is flow. Those moments of sync can be joyous, or cathartic. A time to appreciate and participate in the gigantic rhythm of the living machine. Singing along is an response to the song that surrounds you, harmonising or discord. 

This is a context inviting you to engage with your place, space and voice in the city. 

Я музыкальный блог. 

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