graham lambkin - came to call me
'Deluxe large format art book featuring 50 new full colour artworks with accompanying text'.
due in april from mark harwood’s excellent penultimate press.
“I grew accustomed from a very young age to hearing the piano only at night. That was when my mother played it. She would light four candles of the candelabra and played notes so slowly and so separated by the silence that it was as though she were also lighting, one by one, the sounds.”
—Felisiberto Hernández, The Balcony
quoted in an accompanying text to haptic’s 2013 release ‘abayance’ (entr’acte e168), perfectly evoking the emptiness of its undulating grey-scale soundscape.
2 willow road
re-opens this weekend with new artist in residence ryan gander showing works throughout the house. these include a recorded performance of his children’s book ‘The Boy Who Always Looked Up’, an extract of which featured in episode 2 of last years ‘Homes Of Tomorrow’ radio series. https://tinyurl.com/mronyay
"Concréte-style cut ups & early minimalism abound here, re-appropriated for the drone age. A place where the found clatter & clunk of everyday meets head on with sci-fi no-wave damage. Field recordings from undiscovered territories are gathered in a cold museum of boney tribal percussion and mutilated antique furniture. Tough yet easy. No samples allowed."
benedict drew - heads may roll | matt’s gallery, london
19th Feb - 20th Apr 2014
"a journey through a digitally saturated landscape."
high-tech melds with low-fi in this excellent new solo show of video, sculpture and electronic sound. succinctly reviewed here: www.postmatter.com/#/currents/heads-may-roll/
Trellick Tower. Andy Aderinto
"Sound is mercurial. Its physical nature is elusive. Once pronounced it ceases to exist, it is a ghost. We are surrounded by haunting sonic trails: A voice echoes through a canyon. Its starting point is uncertain, where it ends cannot be envisaged. We stand disrupted in its path. Sound raises emotions from our personal histories, memories float to the surface and linger long after it has passed: An ambulance rushes by, its siren blaring. We awaken, troubled, the following morning. Without a physical mass to gaze upon, without a critical moment where sound lies frozen before us, how do we discuss that which we cannot grasp?"
taken from: The Field Reporter 2013 retrospective
no ideas but in things | the composer alvin lucier
- A Simple Heart, Architecture on the Ruins of the Post-Fordist City, Atlas of a City, 17, 2003. DOGMA
The Smithsons discussing the Robin Hood Estate in London…
anthology of concrete poetry
new reprint from primary information
"Originally published in 1967 it was the first comprehensive American anthology focusing on the international movement of Concrete Poetry, which began in the early 50s, taking shape in parallel form in Brazil, Sweden, Iceland, Germany and Austria. Featuring 77 writers/artists from over a dozen countries.”