This recording marks our first time performing together, and also the meeting of person between Erin, Immy, and I in December, 2017. The improvised recording is awash with the weather conditions at the time - the strong morning rain drenching the garden at Magnet, the studio where this work was performed and recorded. Eventually becoming the evening rain. it had subdued to a gentle drip when we began recording.

We amplified drip into the Spatial Studio using a wireless contact mic on the water tank in which it sounded. It is from this unlikely hollow that emerged the introductory pulse felt in the opening ebb and flow of ‘Mould Me’.
MjF

“You never know which little fish will be eaten, or which will survive and finally grow legs and walk on shore”˚

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Michael Adams ˚describes the unmediated body free-diving as ‘mirroring our time in the tiny sea of the amniotic sac,’ he was expressing the unique relationship between humans and oceans that has existed for all time. To physically and psychologically equalize, to float then breathe, hold, unravel, and unfear sinking is to enter the ‘very little space between living and not.’
I still grapple with notions of art as a means to instigate political/culture reform in the most effective way: do we really provoke when everything oscillates within the same circles? Expression carves out a space with the capacity to affect, but is it ultimately self-fulfilling?
In terms of intentions, there was not anything specific I had in mind except to be present and listen.
Immy Chuah

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We are awash in a sea of constant expiry and arising.
This sonification forms reflective drops of a practice which seeks to fully and deeply experience the whole and vast ever changing and undulating spectrum of human emotion that constantly bubbles up from the generative source within, then allowing this depth to dissolve back into the void of infinite possibility from which it arose. By not grasping to that which has pas(/t/)sed we enter the NOW, experiencing and moving with eternal cycles of creation and dissolution.
Erin K Taylor

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The words in this work are an amalgamation of sexual trauma, the unravelling of threads, and expiry dates.
And whilst these words continue to modulate, shifting meaning through time and space, the work in totality remains grounded, amplifying that which is lost in the everyday mundane.
We hope you will hear echoes of this.

˚9 of Disks - Guide To Tarot of the Sephiroth - Josephine Mori & Jill Stockwell
˚ Michael Adams - Salt Blood