Without meaning to sound like a Grinch, Christmas always seems to be a time when everything is pulled out of you, from you. A time of peace? I don’t think so. More like a time of frantic cramming as the end of the year looms; the need for ending cleanly, everything done, tidied away so that the following year can be started on a blank page, a clean sheet. Peace of mind is a state of mind that seems ever so harder if you’re on a computer all the time, juggling different jobs, trying to get the bills paid, your tax filed and looking to have new gigs on the slow burner as the New Year starts once again…there’s always something else to be doing.
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Viral Christmas cramming
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Changing the landscape of our practice
So where do we go from here now that 2010 looks like its going to be one of the toughest years in recent times? In the art sector there seems to be relief. Cuts weren’t as bad as people feared and The National Campaign For The Arts is taking credit for it. Fair enough I say, take the credit but to what end? We still have the same systemic problem. Yes, ’Arts Workers’ will continue in their jobs but what will change. Nothing. Mediocre work will continue to be state funded while the making of art will take the same back seat as it has done for the last 15 – 20 years. We need change. We need an altogether new approach. It simply isn’t good enough to accept the machinations of the arts funding system that is currently in place. We need to look at ourselves; what we do, how we do it, why we do it, what we do it for?
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Exploding like a super nova
Ideas simultaneously tire and rejuvenate me. I feel like a coiled spring. The tension wears the body down but the inevitable release of energy that gives birth to a dream, idea, thought, action keeps my soul bright, light and alive
But how do I continue? How many years can I go on, keep it all going knowing all the while that for every idea and burst of creative play there lies a deep chasm, depression, blackness, weight, heaviness that must be carried on my back until the next thought explodes like a super nova, a fabulous roman candle across the sky of my dreams [forgive me Jack Kerouac for bastardising your phrase]
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Floods
If winds, currents, glaciers, volcanoes, etc., carry subtle messages that are so difficult to read that it takes us absolutely ages trying to decipher them, wouldn’t it be appropriate to call them intelligent? How would it be if it turned out that we were only the slowest and least intelligent beings in the world?
Michel Serres
At the end of my road there is a river which flows down from the hills into a small, natural harbour. When the water is low even steppes can be seen carved out of the sandstone Along the banks several artificial cuts release the force of the flow, radiating the water down into the sea in gentle strokes, first one way along the grain of the slope, then the other. It is a salmon leap, to help the salmon climb the river upstream to where they spawn. At different times of the year the water level has been up and down depending on the rainfall, sometimes delivering masses of peaty-brown fresh water into the sea, or at others trickling under the stone bridge with hardly a sound. This month, with the heavy rain, the river overflowed. New rivers and rivulets formed, breaking through the bounds of the leap and spreading cross country, flattening gorse and bracken. The bridge was nearly covered, the neat edges of the salmon leap obscured, all the work of hands and dynamite rendered useless by the flood.
It is easy to forget that all our rivers were once soft, undefined passages of water, unbounded, periodically flooding and subsiding. We have made water part of our infrastructures: stored in dams, reservoirs, water tanks; directed and re-directed through pipes, canals, river systems; controlled by locks, weirs, taps, emerging through hoses, fire hydrants, fountains, delicate protuberances of the knots and entanglements connecting and disconnecting humans, animals and things.
Our aesthetics of water are embedded in these networks of technology, in the way we come to relate to them and be bound to them. Water comes to have its proper place and time, its own activities and functions. Embedded in the everyday, water comes to behave in particular places, in particular ways, at particular times. These models necessarily obscure the elaborate order that enables a single tap to draw down water when and how we like.
As long as water remains in its proper place it is incorporated, part of our sensible order. Flooding is the escape of water, overflowing our enforced limitations: excess rainfall, excess tides, excess waves, all excess to our sensibilities and infrastructures. Lakes spilling into fields, roads becoming rivers, houses submerged, cars lifted off wheels, water flowing down flights of stairs, carrying away plates and cups and furniture. Before destruction there is the very real disturbance to our settled aesthetics. Flooding is intensely disruptive
The department of the environment admits that ‘floods are natural’ and that they can ‘happen at any time in a wide variety of places’. Floods are uncertain and unpredictable, like most natural disasters. But government knows that floods themselves are not a problem, rather the lack of a proper place for them. Instead of dissipating our energies trying to eradicate floods, we need to accommodate them, find a place which includes them.
In recent years, we have become increasingly aware of the importance of factoring into the planning system the risk to people, property, the overall economy and the environment from flooding, and the role that good planning has in avoiding and reducing such risk that could otherwise arise in the future.
The Planning System and Flood Risk Management, Department of Environment, Heritage and Local Government, 2008
Walls and bridges offer the impression of defence, like ramparts, but water will always spill from our demarcations. This is the problem with ‘material structure’: they can never encompass everything, not the imperceptible strangeness of excess. We leave behind walls then, and work for new knowledge: the design and management of the ‘non-structural’; the clever re-assembling of the world.
Mitigation measures typically used in development management can reduce the impact on people and communities, for example, by blocking or impeding pathways but they have little or no effect on the sources of flooding. The planning process is primarily concerned with the location of receptors, taking appropriate account of potential sources and pathways that might put those receptors at risk.
Ibid
Mitigation means acting softly. In most developed countries it is understood that the architecture of defence is not as effective as the architecture of accomodation. Such architecture channels, directs and deflects the disrupting excess into ‘holding areas’, where it can safely, peacefully, return to its proper place.
A major function performed by the floodplain and wetlands is to hold excess water until it can be released slowly back into a river system or seep into the ground as a storm subsides….Areas of floodplain and wetlands should, therefore, be recognised and preserved to the extent possible as natural defences against flood risk…By retaining open spaces for storage and conveyance of floodwater, flood risk to both upstream and downstream areas can be more effectively managed without reliance on flood defences. This is an important element of the now internationally accepted philosophy of “leaving space for water”.
Ibid
In place of ‘limitation’, ‘containment’, ‘prevention’, are the words ‘porous’, ‘permeable’, ‘allowance’. In material terms it means ordering the world which the floods encounter: the identification and removal of potential blockages, the opening up of new channels to radiate out the energy of the flood. Most significantly, flooding, as the natural expression of water, is ‘given space’ to exist.
Expression through design. This is not like the engineering achievements of the Romans but an altogether more complex, subtle arrangement: the ordering of the context in which water operates. It is invisible and gives the appearance of freedom. Efforts to delimit water have advanced, accounting not just for her material presence, managed by walls and dams, but her very potential, that which is unpredictable. The flood is disarmed. Excess water can no longer disturb, as in: ‘throw into complete turmoil’. Government finds a space to deflect that energy, that vitality, so as to dissipate her ability to disrupt, to offer an alternative. Once flooding is given her proper place, her exuberance becomes part of the order, no different to the damming of the river, or the canalising of the marshland.
Breaching, evacuating, escaping, overcoming, are these not words used in different contexts to describe the creative experience of human beings? Of moments when experience overflows and can’t, in the present order of things, find a way to express itself? What if such moments were understood, not as disasters, natural coincidence, misfortune, but as what they are: challenges to the present?
Floods reveal situations taken for granted because they break with the order. The reaction, now, is to extend the order to find a proper place for the excess: new constellations of knowledge, regulation, technology, institutions, advisors, guidelines, standards. This policing negates the possibility for change. Perhaps we need a new vocabulary for understanding accidents, to render them more meaningful, not as noise or aberration, but as increasingly rare instances of exuberance. Flooding is only an accident when it encounters a world where excess has no place.
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Too hot to handle
An essay written by a South African Artist living in Ireland
The nineteen eighties. Hillbrow – a social fomenting pot on the rise above Johannesburg City. On a street over the hill, the unassuming door of a narrow bookshop would welcome the regular traffic of a select, discreet clientele, secretly seeking to consult specific reams that could lead their delving though a great unknown of subjects that were otherwise deemed no-no.
That Sending’s anti-heroine found herself there, staring at the titles on those shelves in the early nineteen nineties, requires some kind of insight of a type of metaphysical science that could explain why, who of the species happens ever to go where in the divergent pathways that open for some to lead them on extensive foray through cavernous membranes that cajole between different dispensations that jostle in contra-distinctory disarray in worlds between worlds of converging eras in societal display of diversity within humanity on 4.5 billion years old planet Earth.
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The first steps
In the beginning everything was clear. The road lay ahead and the maker was anxious to get started. It all seemed so simple. He had read about those that went before him and was in no doubt that he too could find his way. Know his mark and make it. And so he left the safety of convention and began walking. In his naivety he believed that when the time came everything would make itself known. It would be obvious, would all click into place.
However, what the young maker didn’t realise is that the making of a mark is not simply an individual act made without influence. It is not enough to want to travel rather it is what route, how you travel and where you make your mark that matters. The act of mark making and the journey it necessitates does not reside in a vacuum rather it is affected from birth by a system. A system we wear as we do our old favourite clothes, faded jeans, dress, t –shirt. Clothes so worn and tattered that we forget their significance, forget they’re even there although the drawer is always full and we have nothing to wear. We keep them because they make us feel safe, assure us of ourselves, who we are. They are our comfort blanket. These things have a hold on us and we refuse to throw them out. Instead we spend our time repairing them, sewing back together, patching them up, letting them out, pulling them in, stretching them down, stuffing them in bags, moving them around all the while refusing to admit that they no longer fit. That room should be made, space be made. Clutter discarded
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Big Brother makers and Simon Cowell may make reality show here
X Factor producer Simon Cowell and Big Brother producer Endemol are believed to be in negotiations with Taoiseach Brian Cowen about turning events in the country into a reality television show.
The Mire has learned that Mr Cowell was so fascinated by the JEdward phenomenon that he wanted to see what sort of environment would breed such extraordinary creatures.
“Simon visited for a few days and he was amazed and hugely entertained,” his spokesman said. “He found day-to-day life compelling and said it would make great car crash tele.”
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Pumpkin for supper
One can get a bit lost in the long, indulgent, sweetness of an unadulterated roast pumpkin. The more intense and delicious the flavour, the closer I find, it can err towards a sort of sickliness (of which downing a jug of honeyed coconut cream might be the extreme). A companion of earthy and prickly qualities keeps ones taste buds in check. The rosemary and lemon juice share that companions role in the first course, and the endive, duck, and jasmine in the others.
Pumpkin, bread, brown butter and almond salad
Bake some skinned, whole almonds in a not-very-hot oven. Don’t let them brown. When they have cooled give them half a bash so that some get splintered, some remain whole.
Chop the pumpkin into thick wedges, toss in oil, salt and pepper and roast in a hot oven with some cinnamon bark and a sprig of rosemary.
Use a day or two old loaf. Take off the crust and cut into inch squared chunks. It’ll need baking too – toss it with a little olive oil, salt and pepper, and pop it in the same oven as the pumpkin (if goes in about ten minutes after the pumpkin they should be ready around the same time).
Meanwhile, cook some butter to a light brown with a just a little bit of crushed fennel seeds.
When the pumpkin has begun to take on a dark brown in places it is ready, the bread likewise. When the pumpkin is no longer hot but warm, toss it with the crispy bread and the almonds, and check for seasoning. Serve on warmed plates and spoon over the hot browned butter and a give each a good squeeze of lemon juice.
Scallops, pumpkin and curly endive
The corrals of the sea scallops aren’t used for this dish as the pumpkin would cancel them out some what. Try poaching them and then bashing them up with some lemon zest, garlic, black pepper, curly parsley, red wine vinegar, and butter.
Have it smeared over toast and grilled, or stirred through a fish soup for some last minute oomph.
Steam of boil the pumpkin. Then mash it (put it through a ricer if you have one) to as smooth a puree as possible and beat in butter, salt and pepper to taste.
Add oil to a hot – near smoking – heavy pan. Season the scallops with salt and drop into the pan. Don’t move them; let them cook until dark and golden brown on both sides.
Serve the scallops – perhaps three a person – on hot plates with a bowl of hot pumpkin and a bowl of curly endive (dressed with best oil, salt and cider vinegar) to share.
Poached mallard and pumpkin
There are more and more ducks being reared in Ireland. The variety in quality is extreme. Many never even get to see a pond or river – Dunnes stores are selling them for €4 a bird. Though duck can seem a bit of a treat, its best to give it a miss unless you’ve reason to be confident about the duckishness of your duck. Wild duck (of which mallard is the most common variety) can be a bit pyoony and lean for roasting but it has a good guarantee of flavour and works well with this preparation. When you’ve finished, add the carcass back to the remaining broth and simmer for another hour. You could serve it maybe with peeled crushed potatoes, kale, carrots, parsley and rapeseed oil.
Season your mallard with salt inside and out (and below the breast skin) for four hours or so before you cook it.
Pop your bird (breasts facing up) in a suitably sized pot and fill to cover with water. Add a couple of sliced onions and a couple of celery stalks, lots of thyme, a few peppercorns, blades of mace, coriander seeds, bay leaf, salt and a smashed head of garlic. You may have to weigh it down with a plate to keep it submerged. Bring the water to a simmer – simmer it for half an hour and then turn of the heat. Let the mallard cool and continue to slowly cook in its broth.
Heat some butter in a small pot, when it starts bubbling add some sherry vinegar and a some salt and pepper to taste – this will be your hot dressing for the pumpkin.
Slice some pumpkin thin. Toss in a little oil, salt and pepper. Roast for a few minutes in a hot oven, just until the flesh begins to noticeably dry, it should be still fairly firm.
When the mallards cooled to a point that you can handle it, remove it from the pot. Strain the broth and then pop it back into the pot. Carve the mallard. Cut each thigh, down the middle into two, same with each leg, and each breast (the skin of the breast will be too shewy to serve) into three or four.
Bring some of the broth to a boil in a separate pot.
Serve the duck in shallow bowls – a little leg/thigh and breast in each. Pour half a ladle full of the hot broth into over and add a little sea salt on top of the duck. Re heat the butter and sherry vinegar until it starts foaming again, toss the pumpkin with it and leaves from a celery heart. Serve a big spoonful in each bowl next to the duck, and some bread and a spoon for mopping and slurping.
Pumpkin tea (and Christmas cake)
For the pumpkin tea, one needs to make, in effect, a pumpkin stock and then infuse it with tea leaves when served.
Scrape into a pot the inside pulp and seeds of the pumpkin. Grate what flesh you have and add that to the pot. Fill the pot up with water, bring to the simmer and add a couple of cloves and some cinnamon bark. Hold it at the simmer for about thirty minutes, then take it off the heat and let it cool.
(If you’ve a juicer you can juice the pumpkin flesh and make a stock out of the seeds and the fibre that comes out the juicers rear, adding the juice to the stock, when ready.)
Strain the stock through muslin and when ready to serve bring it to the boil, stir in a spoonful of honey, infuse some jasmine tea leaves and ladle into mugs.
If you can get hold of them, it might be an idea to use the very little pumpkins – slicing of the top, hollowing them out and using as a drinking vessel, with the top as a lid.
And if you’re feeling especially crafty, you could make little tea bags for each pumpkin. Filling a little piece of muslin with some jasmine leaves and tying them up with string. You can serve the hot pumpkin stock in the pumpkins with the home made tea bags in and the string hanging about so that people can discard them when they fancy.
a note on Christmas cake…
Traditionally Christmas cake is made as early as the beginning of October, often being coated with whisky or brandy to help it preserve, so that its flavour may mature in time for Christmas. This can leave one with an overwhelmingly rich, dense, homogenous cake that is less than the quite dear sum of its parts. Baking any time in December will make for a more desirable slice. Use whole almonds, pear, candied orange and lemon zest, currants and raisons (soaked in brandy), mace and ground all spice berries.
Giles Clark
Image by Fiona Hallinan
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Things I Keep Going Back To
This is a series where different people in our skills exchange show a few websites, books etc that refills their creative well when it’s running dry or acts as a midwife to ideas. It is not a comprehensive critical analysis of the featured item
Ronan Leonard, the creator of this feature, will take the reins for the first edition of it. If you want to contribute your things let us know by emailing them into admin@mutantspace.com
A little bit about the writer: Ronan Leonard, makes and performs music under a few aliases, hosts his own gameshow Ringo: Music Bingo; runs open mikes, 3 separate DJ nights, operates a bandroom in the city; is a freelance journalist and makes jokebooks. When people asks what he does he quips “self unemployed”, “imagineer or “folk-hero” everytime. He is neither famous nor critically acclaimed since 1999.
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As someone who’s known as an acoustic guitar strumming singer I draw very little inspiration from that field. The music of Asian Dub Foundation challenges me and excites me more than a million scrawny middle class white fellas singing about their suburban problems and clichéd insight.
Chandrasonic here lays down his almost manifesto for using the guitar. www.asiandubfoundation.com/guitartips.html
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Mr. Hobbs
Mr. Hobbs, a retired Physics teacher of 30 years, and my neighbour for what had been all my life, drew back the curtain concealing the upstairs window of his terraced house. He was stoutly perched in his wheel-chair, and was aided by a young nurse wearing a white hospital-cap and gown, who knelt by his side.
Stricken by Lymphatic cancer for 11 months, it was the first time I had seen him since his sickness had taken hold. His skin was now loose and ashen-colored and it drooped loosely around what appeared now only to be a shrunken skull. Continue reading »
His right index finger was coursing itself along the windows-edge, dancing like a small, battered twig. Like his wearied eyes, it was directing itself out towards the cross-river ferry-boat, where earlier a young Polish man had driven his vehicle off the ferry’s ramp, into the depths of the river and down into its bowels.
I had been disturbed from sleep by the sound of a helicopter thundering over-head. I quickly fled down the stairs and out onto the patio of my front-garden, where a scene of utter chaos was quickly unfolding. Already there was extreme activity on the water – small punts, rusted fishing vessels and young men in dinghies were jetting over the river’s swell.
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Thoughts behind an idea
Karaoke Queen
Read: Staring into the screen, numb with no reason to talk anymore. Click, TV’s don’t click anymore they just ping into life and before we know it, one after another, the Karaoke Queens spring into action. At last here is an outlet, “I’ll do anything just make me a star”, a reason for your talent, my karaoke talent, my X Y factor, karaoke Briton’s got jungle talent. Parade in front of us like Peacocks, Saturday’s primetime pantomime dames tirelessly perform for no fee. Want a taste? “Bulimia and ice cream”.
Isn’t Karaoke Queen taking it all too seriously? Wasn’t it all about having fun? Sounding bad not ambitious! Not win at all cost! Not money making machinery grinding into action on a Saturday night! The ego bounces off the radar, “she can hear the crowd, normality follows her like gangrene.”
We all watch Saturday nights drift by, staying in and praying that it might be us one day, “hits the dance floor and pretends she’s Britney Spears.” We are simply staring at a screen, watching and not doing. “Another dream runs out of oxygen and drops off, society’s abnormal expectations claim another victim.”
Listen: Wasps Vs Humans ‘The Karaoke Queen
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Facing Your Fears, And Loving It…
Hilary Williams Account of the Mutant Space event in The Savoy Theatre Cork. Thursday 26th November 2009
OK my hundred and one fans.
Here is an other somewhat disjointed life/experience/performance/written documentary of my latest “happening” [To me that is]
The experience of passing through, meeting and performing, listening, watching audience reaction, and returning to a very different place…
Moray Bresnihan is responsible! Its all his fault! I blame him totally.. Continue reading »
He is the one who invited me down to the poetry slam cabaret thingy he was producing in the Savoy in Cork last Thursday 26th November.
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Band of The Month Chunky Planet
This month in our culture blog we look at Irish band and skills exchange members, Chunky Planet
After a five year gap since their first single, ‘Pensioners Watch TV’, Chunky Planet finally released their follow up, ‘Walking in My Shoes’ the E.P on Friday 16th October 2009. The pair have also been chosen as pick of the fortnight in the October edition of HOTPress magazine and the title track has made the playlists on both national and local radio over last few weeks including Today FM and RTE Radio 1.
Chunky Planet have performed throughout Cork and Ireland having previously toured with Annette Buckley and chosen to share the line-up in Derry as part of the Tennant’s Intro festival alongside such bands as Delorentos and Leya. At the time, their single Pensioners Watch TV earned Chunky Planet national airplay and rave reviews with an honouree mention in the edition of Hot Press’s Cork songs of all time.
A husband and wife collaboration, Chunky Planet’s commentary style lyrics and alternative indie/folk sound is no recipe for nostalgic love songs. A ‘tell it how you see it’ approach, they switch from the sweet to the absurd, always bringing a certain edge and rawness to their music.
The title track,’ Walking in my Shoes’, inspired by the birth of their second child, originally written weeks before he was born also features guest musician, Annette Buckley on piano and harmony vocals. Other tracks on the EP include the upbeat Take me to the Stars, the contemporary bluesy feel of No Messages, No Complaints and the more experimental song Suicide Bomber, featuring samples, sound effects and an edginess that might make you pause for thought…
The EP is now available at Plugd Records in Cork, Road Records, Dublin, CD baby in the USA, as well by download through most major digital sites including iTunes, Napster, Rhapsody and downloadmusic.ie. The E.P can also be ordered direct from the band’s website www.chunkyplanet.com
“Chunky Planet make it work because they think and play outside the box”
(HOTPress) October 2009
“Gripping Rhythms coupled with some wonderfully punchy vocals…like any good E.P it has the listener wanting more.”
(Limerick Event Guide) November 2009
“Get onboard now, before they become too popular to be cool”
(Cork Evening Echo)
“Cork’s most likely candidates for better things”
(IRISH TIMES)
Listen to Chunky Planets new single:
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Books on Society, Art Participation and Noise
How Societies Remember by Paul Connerton
Paul Connerton argues that images and recollected knowledge of the past are conveyed and sustained by ritual performances, and that performative memory which until now has been badly neglected.
In treating memory as a cultural rather than an individual faculty, this book provides an account of how bodily practices are transmitted in, and as, traditions. Most studies of memory as a cultural faculty focus on written, or inscribed transmissions of memories. Paul Connerton, on the other hand, concentrates on bodily (or incorporated) practices, and so questions the currently dominant idea that literary texts may be taken as a metaphor for social practices generally. The author argues that images of the past and recollected knowledge of the past are conveyed and sustained by ritual performances and that performative memory is bodily. Bodily social memory is an essential aspect of social memory, but it is an aspect which has until now been badly neglected. An innovative study, this work should be of interest to researchers into social, political and anthropological thought as well as to graduate and undergraduate students.
The Art of Participation: 1950 to Now by Rudolf Frieling and Boris Groys
This new survey covers the rich and varied history of participatory art, from early happenings and performances to current practices that demand audience interaction. As the internet mindset â browsing, sharing, collecting, producing â increasingly permeates every aspect of society, this timely project reveals the ways in which artists and viewers have approached the creation of open works of art. Original essays identify seminal moments in participatory practice from the 1950s to the present day, while a rich array of plates reproduces the work of the movementâs major figures in vivid detail.
Background Noise: Perspectives on Sound Art by Brandon LaBelle
This is a fascinating overview of the history of sound art. The rise of a prominent auditory culture, as seen in the recent plethora of art exhibitions on sound art, in conjunction with academic programs dedicated to “aural culture”, sonic art, and auditory issues now emerging, reveals the degree to which sound art is lending definition to the 21st century. And yet, sound art still lacks related literature to compliment, and expand, the realm of practice. “Background Noise” sets out an historical overview, while at the same time shaping that history according to what sound art reveals – the dynamics of art to operate spatially, through media of reproduction and broadcast, and in relation to the intensities of communication and its contextual framework.
Brandon LaBelle is a writer and curator who currently lives in Denmark. From 1998 to 2002 he developed and curated an international sound art festival in Los Angeles, Beyond Music; in 2001 he developed and organized Social Music, a series of radio works for Kunstradio in Vienna; in 2002 he curated Concrete Feedback, an exhibition of sound installations working with architecture, presented at the Southern California Institute of Architecture; and in 2002-03 he researched and curated the music section to the exhibition, Beyond Geometry: Experiments in Form, 1940s – 1970s for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.
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The interview project by David Lynch
In Interview Project’s mini-documentaries, filmmakers Austin Lynch and Jason S. sidle up to strangers and ask them piercing questions like “What were your dreams as a child?” and “When did you first experience death?”
For the 121-part online series, the pair logged 20,000 miles criss-crossing the United States over a 70-day stretch, searching for random people to question about American life. Continue reading »
In a filmed introduction to Interview Project, producer David Lynch (Austin’s father) says: “There was no plan, really. The (filmmaking) team found people as they were driving along the roads, going into bars, different locations…. There they were. The people told their stories.”
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