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SOUND CLOUD
Sound Museum, Rome, February 2005
From either doorway, you enter a tunnel: not a tunnel for your body but a tunnel for your head, for your eyes only – but there’s nothing to see here, it’s cloudy, cloudy – it’s a tunnel for your ears. It’s as if your head is walking, out of your body; your head is in the clouds, you’re in a cloud of sound.
Cloud, swarm, flock, flight. Like a flock of birds, a swarm of insects, a cloud of insects, a cloud of birds: it’s the sound of sounds – a mix of sounds, like all the sounds in the world – all the sounds in the sound-library.
Here and there the tunnel expands, just enough for you, and only you, to fit inside the expansion. Step to the side here, step out of the sound and into a pocket of silence. The sky is falling down on you here; the cloud stretches down and wraps your body like a cowl, like a shroud. Alone in these pockets, you take the time to choose the sound you want to be alone with; it’s your own private sound.
Try this one: this pocket is nearly vertical, but it slopes back just a little -- let yourself go, lean back. Try this one now: this pocket is lower, the bottom folds in to make a seat, it slopes back further -- bend over a little, sit down, relax. And now try this one: the pocket is still lower, the seat is lower, it slopes back further still -- squeeze into it, recline, give in. Now this one, you have to crawl in to try this one: lie down, the sound comes over you like a wave.
This project view belongs to Rome Sound Museum, and is threadged with:
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L,
T,
A)