I used to be the sun.
Changes will continue, but I will never give in
to the woman you’ve assumed me to be.
Enter owl, exit rabbit.
This combistory is slightly different from previous ones in that the first line comes from me—or should I say it landed on me this morning as I walked alongside the mound of earth that used to be part of our property before CN cut it off the bank and hauled it a mile downriver, where it heaped it like trash. In fact, what was the Cedarvale townsite a hundred years ago now appears to be CN’s garbage dump.
But that’s a story for another day.
This week I was so inspired by Nicky Oram’s String and Shadows, a 3D representation of sounds heard in woodland. Her concept seized my imagination—I’ve been trying for months to capture the sounds I hear on my morning walks. I record them, but when I listen to the recordings, the gentle sounds of birdsong and running water are almost always drowned out by the constant thrum of rubber on asphalt echoing across the river from the highway. Now Nicky has me thinking in new directions.
To create the piece, Nicky “drew” sound using knots, attachments, threads and intervals made from found and recycled materials: string, thread, torn fabric remnants, and strips of plastic bag. The shadows her construction casts on the wall are an integral part of the piece.
The authors of the other three lines in this week’s combistory are:
Elizabeth Bunsen, I Used To Be the Sun
Elephant Revival, Petals
joshtheobscure on Reddit
That I never knew about Elephant Revival until yesterday is a tragedy, but I intend to make up for it by listening to them every day until the end of time. Join me?