The space defined by the rattle of a spinning rock vibrating. Clattering noise: a pleasing sound, but the resonance belongs to the inside of the bowl, the surface of the olive wood reverberating with impact and concentrating the alchemy between parts.
There’s not quite words to describe accurately the sounds:
A stone sliding momentously along the floor.
A lozenge shaped stone spinning inside the bowl of a wooden mortar.
The impact of a stone ringing the rusted UMO (unidentified metal *object)
*The object is nameless but beloved.
The rhythmic sound of stones being caught by the mortar or meeting the floor depending on our aim as Kimvi and I indulge in a game of catch.
Or the wooden pestle as it rolls out of the grip of a delicate thread that raises it up until it’s claimed by gravity and meets the floor with another unwordable sound.
Are you imagining the sounds? Each created by personal force and intent. None of these objects would have danced like this without the interventions of five curious explorers.
Resonance and Connection
The resonance between object and I, or concept and I, was not in the sound but the connection between them and I.
The stone sliding along the floor gave off a sound that answered the hand that pushed it. How heavy, how far, how unstoppably? A combination of friction and fluidity.
The ring of impact cries out in 3 voices ‘I am here.’
The sound is simultaneously the voice of the stone, the metal target, and the one who set them on a collusion course.
The sound announces ‘I am here’ singularly. This is the phenomenen – we are one phenomena.
This is my reflection on this months Creative Jam in which CAS Associates explored ‘Material and Imagined Phenomena‘