I embark on my aural cartography project. Not entirely sure what it is, or how it will turn out. One thing is for certain, it is damn good fun and unceasingly intriguing.
Plus, I get to be outside.
Somewhere, sometime…the goal is to intensify my understanding of space, the question of meaning itself, not to be confused with space meaning itself.
Funny how that works.
I see the intersections of architecture, landscapes, music, and presenting or communicating all of these fields, (art) impossible to ignore..these similarities are too intense to be merely an architect, musician, artist, photographer, cat dad, best friend, painter, etc…
Simply, I get too excited about things, and that excitement is as emergent and unknowable as sand dunes, as the spirals in your coffee, and yes..the water in future mentioned Brady Lake. However, that excitement brings a multitude of next steps that can be as off-putting as a deer darting in front of my fast-moving, wheeled, metal box.
I’ve started..”sketches” if you will. Musical demos, drawings, collections of sounds including the first go at walking around the lake with the Tascam Dr-100…observing what is around me, getting the blood flowing, the ideas rolling, the questions (ad)dressed and ready for Cinderella’s Ball.
Now, having completed the tedious task of participating in the American education system with a diploma that doesn’t even list what I graduated with (Architecture and Environmental Design), I adventure into the unknown…in order to know. Ironically, it illustrates my openness to any field, investigate, and record it.
I’m taking this time to revel in my youth and digest what the hell happen to me the past four years. Maybe I'll even learn something.