another ode to sound and/or noise and/or music. the end of another week brings rain to my window. it patters. it spatters. and i can’t sleep.
sonicle: rainspatter
January 16th, 2010 § 0
sonicle: running around in circles 1-4
January 5th, 2010 § 0
meandering the geometry of music, i find myself running around in circles: perhaps silence is the ultimate aesthetic expression of sound.
run one:
run two:
run three:
run four:
sonicle: not as cold as expected
January 2nd, 2010 § 0
my new home is not as cold as i had expected it to be. hours later i realise that i must have spoken too soon.