[Sound Days Liepāja, 2024]
I’m not really sure what I’m doing with this camera.
Sometimes it feels like I'm just zooming in until it stops making sense.
Or maybe it falls together differently.
I’m not sure.
I like to play one note until it turns into a pattern.
Then a rhythm.
Then something that sounds like intention.
I’m not really sure what I’m doing with this camera.
Sometimes it feels like I'm just zooming in until it stops making sense.
Or maybe it falls together differently.
I’m not sure.
I like to play one note until it turns into a pattern.
Then a rhythm.
Then something that sounds like intention.
I think I’m into patterns.
But also — maybe I’m just afraid of chaos?
But also — maybe I’m just afraid of chaos?
I record to understand what I see.
And what I hear.
And how they don’t stay separate.
And what I hear.
And how they don’t stay separate.
Sometimes I say I’m not afraid to lose my sight.
I say I’d rather go blind than deaf.
Because sound gets in.
It bypasses everything.
But honestly — I don’t know if that’s true.
Maybe it’s just something I’ve said too many times.
I say I’d rather go blind than deaf.
Because sound gets in.
It bypasses everything.
But honestly — I don’t know if that’s true.
Maybe it’s just something I’ve said too many times.
Images hurt too.
Just… slower.
Just… slower.
There’s rhythm in the chaos.
Or maybe I’m forcing it.
Maybe I turn things into beats too quickly.
Maybe I can’t let things be abstract.
I was taught to explain.
Even this sentence feels like an explanation.
Or maybe I’m forcing it.
Maybe I turn things into beats too quickly.
Maybe I can’t let things be abstract.
I was taught to explain.
Even this sentence feels like an explanation.
So what’s my position here?
Am I an artist now?
Or just a witness?
Am I an artist now?
Or just a witness?
Why is this called Macróbia?
Why not something else?
Why anything at all?
Why not something else?
Why anything at all?