The purpose of this broader project was to take a more active role in creation. In the year since, I have found that this starts by being open to inspiration. Taking a more active role in listening. The idea of the overheard collection is two pull together two listening habits. One visual, one auditory.
Found textures was inspired by a photo of the texture left behind by the painting of various pieces of wood in the process of repairing a wall. The left texture was visually interesting, compositionally balanced, subtle, and seemed to tell the a story. At some point I started editing the photo, seeing if I could pull anything out of the base image. Part of this was trying to create something new from the existing image, unrecognizable, except in basic form from the original image. But also highlighting the key elements that made the original image interesting.
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Soon I found myself seeing more textures, that we’re inspring. I now habitually spot potential textures, capture them, and see whether they make a compelling image.
A few months later, the second half of this project was inspired. At a friend’s dad’s birthday party, I listened to his Dad’s dad, tell his grandaughter - a very talented professional singer, about his experience as a child singing. There was a musicality to the way he spoke. A rhythym to his sentences. Without thinking I found the words committed deeply to memory. Enough so that hours later I found myself writing them down.
Here then, I will collect and archive these habits. A live page that will grow as I listen more.
Overheard I.
Quand j’étais jeune je chanter dans un choir. J’étudie chaque jour les verses, et j’ai reçue une petit somme pour la faire. Quand je sans obligé ça vient par du cœur.
Je suis pas religieux. Je chanter pour une mosque, mais je suis pas religieuse. Mais la devin, c’est quand on a quelques choses à s’exprimer. La devin c’est de s’exprimer.
Quand on âge, on trouve plus en plus la devin dans le petits. J’ai plus envie d’avoir. Tu sais, chez moi, je chante au douche. T’es petits cousins, les acrobats, huit et dis, il joue sur l’autre côté du mur du douche. Je l’ai entend, se chanter mon chanson.
I. Blue Nude