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A PLACE FOR THE VOICE<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cA place for the voice\u201d is a walk for hope. With the dreams intertwined, the memory super-spotted and the ears unfolded, I go on a pilgrimage to find shelter in the sound. Is there a place for the voice – a public site, maybe outdoors, where the acoustic voice is at home? Where the sound is thrown back and the balance of moisture, resonance, density and emptiness can draw the outline of my body that I long to hear?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A sublime acoustic is what I’m looking for. But based on intuition. I’m looking for a kind of emptiness that longs to be filled with sound. And for sound that can be mixed with voice.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I leave a trace: A cross with chalk shows passersby where the invisible sonic treasure lies hidden. “Sing here,” I write on the spot. And continue my walk. My route is partially planned but it is unofficial and accommodates detours. My hourly signs of life can be improvised mini-concerts, with voice and objects – on the acoustic hot spots or in places where I want to “play” on the town. I might share somewhere a tale from my acoustic past – picked up and illuminated by the moment.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n An audio poem can serve as an initial call to the acoustics of the site and become the objective litmus paper, the primitive man’s orientation platform that kicks the improvisation between me and the place in motion.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I make an acoustic map of the city. Draw in the good places. Photograph my chalk crosses along the way. I explore sound and acoustics – what do they do, what do they do to us?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It’s a beginning. An initiative. An invitation to continue. Or to change … Right now that everyday drums are starting to sound again, there is reason to remember our momentum for sensation. To bring it in. Maybe the places and their sounds can be the catalyst for a surprising way forward. Maybe they can throw us back. To ourselves. Like an echo.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n [\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space][vc_gallery type=”image_grid” images=”15378,15376″ img_size=”full” column_number=”2″ grayscale=”no” space_between_images=”no”][vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” background_animation=”none” css_animation=””][vc_column][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n [vc_separator type=’normal’ position=’center’ color=” border_style=” thickness=” up=” down=”]<\/p>\nDOCUMENTATION JUNE 21<\/strong><\/h2>\n