Liminal Sounds
What is not a map?
We have tried to pin down the unmappable, like a virus or a cure or a border. A signal is spotted. Gap-maps are traversed between media. Ten sonic projects consider the dissipation for Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds.
What is not a map?
We have tried to pin down the unmappable, like a virus or a cure or a border. A signal is spotted. Gap-maps are traversed between media. Ten sonic projects consider the dissipation for Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds.
The Dream Had Me
The underworld whispers. Peer through the peephole. We are lured into lucid states, through engagements with others, along the sounded gaps of memory. Twelve short works in Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN……
The Dream Had Me
The underworld whispers. Peer through the peephole. We are lured into lucid states, through engagements with others, along the sounded gaps of memory. Twelve short works in Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN……
Retreat, Disappearance
Proximity of ghosted towns and birds; imagined dissipation of entities lurking in and out of real life; the canceling signals— crossed and masked; anticipation of vaporized languages, words stuck inside mouths. There’s a joy in static memory, trundling through the inky tunnel and out into the light. Twelve short works in Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN…
Retreat, Disappearance
Proximity of ghosted towns and birds; imagined dissipation of entities lurking in and out of real life; the canceling signals— crossed and masked; anticipation of vaporized languages, words stuck inside mouths. There’s a joy in static memory, trundling through the inky tunnel and out into the light. Twelve short works in Earlid’s annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN…
Skin rubbed smooth
What lies beneath, skin next to other skins, the outer interior of objects, excised stories. Stylus on wax, like a tattoo. Chisel and brush, pigment. An imagined layering of hides and rind and peel. Fifteen short works answer these many hollers in Earlid’s fourth annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN
Skin rubbed smooth
What lies beneath, skin next to other skins, the outer interior of objects, excised stories. Stylus on wax, like a tattoo. Chisel and brush, pigment. An imagined layering of hides and rind and peel. Fifteen short works answer these many hollers in Earlid’s fourth annual Liminal Sounds. LISTEN
Right-Ear Dominant
Lift the veil upon a kind of curiosity. Cock the right ear. Eight short works offer the sonic body itself: organs and skin, a single knotted torso; the body of proof and lies; the wordy body, disembodied like a radio voice; a murdered body; and romantic suicide fiction. Sound artists consider language and meaning. LISTEN.
Right-Ear Dominant
Lift the veil upon a kind of curiosity. Cock the right ear. Eight short works offer the sonic body itself: organs and skin, a single knotted torso; the body of proof and lies; the wordy body, disembodied like a radio voice; a murdered body; and romantic suicide fiction. Sound artists consider language and meaning. LISTEN.
The Intermediary
Noisy dreams, ghostly emissary, silent harbingers of the ungraspable. Ten artists consider Earlid’s second Liminal Sounds. Ten short works beckon with intimate gestures that audibly ponder what comes between. LISTEN.
The Intermediary
Noisy dreams, ghostly emissary, silent harbingers of the ungraspable. Ten artists consider Earlid’s second Liminal Sounds. Ten short works beckon with intimate gestures that audibly ponder what comes between. LISTEN.
Sing … Singe
For the first Liminal Sounds, Earlid launched with an inquiry around two words: sing + singe. One word is resonant with joy or melancholy; the other, sinister, ashy. Sound artists responded with words, sounds and images to frame a virtual threshold. LISTEN/READ MORE .
Sing … Singe
For the first Liminal Sounds, Earlid launched with an inquiry around two words: sing + singe. One word is resonant with joy or melancholy; the other, sinister, ashy. Sound artists responded with words, sounds and images to frame a virtual threshold. LISTEN/READ MORE .