Made this today in a methodical frenzy; came out of a note written on the walk home from O’s & drawn to the piano on coming through the door. Distortion / Sine became a gesture like a claggy paint brush. The urge to present / The urge to distort. Enjoying mistakes / a philosophy of chance.
(It’s on Youtube too:
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In other news :
This evening I picked up a copy The Cult Collective’s eleventh issue from T(
). She has worked so hard on the issue and it is so special. The theme this around time is Common Ground, and vibrates with a quiet power that, refreshingly, looks outwards. The whole thing is poetry. I sincerely recommend buying a copy to see how it’s been interpreted (see the contents page below) ;>Where you can purchase/ check out their website <
I’m proud to say I have some work featured between its pages : 2 photographs and a piece of prose. Here’s a flavour :
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thank you for these words! i love you so much roz 🤍 and all of your creations