middle of the day

*durbahn
‘piece of ambient sound for more peaceful moments’
– this is a short ambient sound-composition with synthesizer and small, older recorded sound pieces,  and a meditation about the wish for a redefinition of coming to rest

Ann Noel
‘Berlin Crows in Uproar’ was recorded on June 5th from my kitchen window as the sky above the backyard was filled with large black birds complaining about something that was threatening them. There were so many of them making one hell of a din – they must have flown in from nesting places all over the neighbourhood.

Varsha Nair
Sound of a threshold – between inside and outside.

Karla Sachse
My drawing group had decided to work with paper this summer – so I took the chance to grapple with the one and only sinister Grandfather I got to know – for a sculpture of his head first I had to crumple and tear old newspapers.

Lawan Jirasuradej
I always like to take the Chao Phraya express boat, which for decades has raced through the heart of Bangkok along Chao Phraya river. There is nothing that beats the roaring sound of its diesel engines!

Nitaya Ueareeworakul Rainy season has arrived, the little birds are chattering and looking for safe shelter.

Daniela Ardiri
I met her at noon, after a long walk, strong clear cold.
I played with her, I listened to her, I drank her.
Immersed myself.

Alana Hunt
In the middle of my day. In the middle of some rain. In the middle of a Laurie Anderson talk playing in the middle of my studio.

Sue Pedley
Midday. Across the road where I live there is a sculpture school where you can learn to carve stone. I recorded the class creating marble sculptures with their mallet and chisels.

Urna Sinha
While the sky shatters, our old tile roof weeps. I wait. There is a sense of calm when one does not have control, especially on weather. I often think of death. Past month while walking around the cemeteries of old Delhi, one afternoon I recorded conversations, fragments, moments while my brother played “Doatara” and I sang.
“Tomaro Ashime” which translates as ‘the deep of your infinitude’, is a song by Tagore. Rain thrashing on a tile roof transmutes into a voice, a search within and beyond.

Helen Grace
Having lunch at the cafe at Bundanon Art Museum, before a very lazy afternoon and our artist talks the next morning.

Virginia Hilyard
My audio recorder in my lap as I settled into the dentist chair. Although I am lucky enough to have good teeth, I never really know what will be the result of my dentist’s initial inspection. Luckily this time it was just a clean.

Judy Freya Sibayan
Listening to the news while washing dishes after lunch.

Maryrose Mendoza
Dive into the pool while wind sounds capiz shells in another hot summer

Lena Eriksson
Once upon a time a tear thought it was a comma.

Hannah Beilharz
In Gaza it is said that if you hear a warplane, you are lucky, you have survived. In Switzerland, when we hear warplanes approaching, we pause in our conversations, and wait for them to pass by. We do not see the worlds being disappeared within our continued silence. My sound piece explores lines of disconnection between the current ongoing genocides across the world and our everyday lives. The song and text in the work explore grief as a transformative moment of waking up. We are not separate, and we are not alone.