Natural Sound…

Natural Sound…

I spend the last few days in Pembrokeshire, right by the sea, listening to purely natural sound, perhaps the odd tractor of a nearby farm.

Natural sounds that I became aware of were the wind, birdsong, waves, water ‘licking’ rocks in the sea as water spiralled in a seesaw motion around them.

Every now and then when the path dipped low inside the land, the sound of wind stopped…momentary stillness rising…birdsong and the watery rhythm gaining clarity.

These sounds have something soothing, even the wind whilst up on a cliff.

Absence of human activity.

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Sound-Installation…press Start

Sound-Installation…press Start

Big day…the whole team ‘Sound-Installation-Gloucester-Cathedral-Crypt’ met in the crypt, slyde, whispering gallery of Gloucester Cathedral thanks to Helen Jeffreys our contact to the cathedral we were able to freely start exploring sound, song, voice and the acoustics of a variety of those special places.

My brain was fizzing by the end of it all, filled with new discoveries and the excitement to start this journey with fellow collaborators Simon McCorry, Eleanor Holliday and Sid Wells.

All of us bring a variety of tools to this and together we are now developing what is going to be a sound-installation to be experienced by many later this year.

Simon a fantastic cellist unpacked his cello soon after we arrived in the crypt and Elle had her beautiful strong voice on the ready, soon the crypt was filled with sound, harmonies, discords. I let it all flow through me, the door into a new way of hearing opened wide. Sid, expertly putting sound-scape-samples on a speaker to test the quality of sound that was emitted and how different rooms and positions within the room alter sound.

Ideas bubbling of how algorithms can be worked out for the installation, practicalities of where to position speakers….Whilst Elle’s voice and Simon’s cello animate the walls and spaces around them.

So now is time to trust that the path is unfolding bit by bit.

Exciting times ahead!

Press Start

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Moving between two materials…Light…Sound…from my own experience to a bit of science

Moving between two materials…Light…Sound…from my own experience to a bit of science

Over the last few years I have observed light and have accustomed myself to its characteristics.

Light is there, present with its different states, direct, defused, blinding or flipping into night…moon light being a whole other thing.

Most of all I notice how fast and cruel sound around me is but then these sounds that I hear right now outside the window are the sounds of a city so it is sound made by humans.

Natural sound is perhaps very different, I want to explore this and luckily can in the next few days.

Light to me is slow, natural light as it moves through the day, I tried so hard to be able to notice how it shifts from one millimetre to the next, taking human made markers as my guards but it almost seems I can only notice a change by looking away for a few minutes after being continue where the light was when I last looked.

Was I perhaps always looking at this movement more than other aspects? Yes, I think so.

My recent installations are concerned with just that, the light moving and the shadows making that very movement possible.

Now as I try to observe sound I again tapp into its movement but I notice how I can not really cope with its speed and variety, it is too much too fast.

It is interesting to compare materials in this way and I think immediately that perhaps for the sound-installation in the crypt I want to focus on exactly this and play with time and compare, swap, intersect the movement of natural light with the movement of sound natural or human induced…

‘Sound Map’ May 2019

‘Sound Map’ May 2019

Light travels 186282 miles per second

Sound  343 metres per second

So there is something not correct here with my experience or say I have not fully grasped it as I am viewing the movement of the sun around the earth as the speed of light and human generated sounds as the speed of sound.

The speed of light is so fast that in a vacuum it can travel around the world 7.5 times per second whilst in that same time sound will have travelled 343 m….that explains why we see lighting before we hear thunder.

As children we often stood on the balcony with our father watching thunderstorms and we had to count the seconds from the moment we saw the lightning…the seconds counted resembled the kilometres of the distance of the thunderstorm…less seconds meant the storm was very close.

Excitement…fear…anticipation…waiting for the moment when light and sound collide.

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Moving between two materials…Light…Sound…

Moving between two materials…Light…Sound…

Over the last few months I found myself quietly drawing away in the early morning hours.

At times in total silence with my focus on the light falling on a black sheet of paper.

Initially I drew with the big lights in the studio switched on as this was during the winter months a logical thing to do to actually see what I was doing at 7am.

I started feeling energised by the way the graphite dots and scribbles added up over the page, much freer than the architectural drawings of 2017 in conjunction of ‘Passing Light’.

I sometimes drew to music, ‘bangers’ by Four Tet or ‘abstract’ spacious pieces by Brian Eno/ Nils Frahm/ Simon McCorry/ Ceeys to mention but few.

My thoughts and feelings became slightly confused to what I am doing, felt mark making, exploring the qualities and interaction of graphite on black paper.

As I created a rhythm to my practice, returning to the black sketchbook every morning my connection to the process grew into a little more knowing and the wish to explore new discoveries round the corner.

Moved by silence or by the music I travelled with my imagination around forms, spaces trying to capture something of time, perhaps like a time lapse that captures where the light has been a moment before and where it might be heading.

Few times through these months I felt focused and safe enough to switch off my thoughts and trust the process as it unfolds.


I want to compare two drawings, themes they have in common, where they differ.

‘Tectonic Shift’ came after a long stream of immersing myself in the drawing process mentioned. I remember the day this drawing unfolded, it happened with ease, I trusted the process enough to go with it. Forms that come up in my drawings…arising here without me feeling I need to get this right, I purely reacted to the impulses that came up, feeling the need to put the pencil down lightly and by doing so moving and shaping light around form. I felt the timing was right the drawing made sense, what manifested itself on the paper matched my feelings and yet I don’t understand it to this day which means it makes me still feel curious.

Months after ‘Tectonic Shift’ and a feeling of being lost that often paralysed me to actually want to draw anything I settled for that I was not sure anymore if my drawing is really anything to do with light and form or if these marks that I am making are the only thing at the moment that manage to ignite a ‘spark’ in me.

Are my drawings still to do with light? Am I, by nurturing this assumption, holding on to something of the past that has outlived its energy but gives me permission to carry on regardless?

‘Vivacious Breeze’

…one morning in May 2019…arriving in my studio early, trying to draw in silence…waiting for a feeling that moves me to make a mark…the lights are off, the morning light was just fine…nothing happened but before a sinking motion stopped further pursuit…

I put Brian Eno’s ‘Reflection’ on and made the decision to only make a mark when feeling ‘it’.

This drawing is my response to the energy of the sound in this piece.

I am for now using the same materials I draw light with, graphite/ black paper.

I have been working with music on and off and can see a difference in the mark making depending on which music I listened to but never consciously switched my full attention to this difference.

Transition time!


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My first memory of sound being recorded are the recordings my dad made.

I remember the clicking of the recorder as he pressed the buttons, ready for me to answer some questions into a microphone after he tested it ‘Eins Zwei Drei’.

I was just about able to put some sentences together resulting in some hilarious recordings; talking about what I saw during the day which often involved reflections on church visits, for example my thoughts on why Jesus had blood on his feet whilst hanging on a cross.

Hearing my own voice out of a machine was strange, how can that happen?

How can it be preserved and I can still hear myself today speaking as a 3 year old?

My father has one of those machines that takes two spools – one full of tape, the other one empty, ready to gather the sounds once played…it has as well as the sound of the recording the sound of the machine playing, the tape being rolled up, often the end of the tape scratching on each turn against the spool.

Singing was a big part of a catholic childhood, but I was also lucky to be a part of a children’s choir that had nothing to do with churchy songs… I had trouble reading music, but memorised songs after a while, tune and rhythm being equally of importance to me.

So from an early age I was able to understand that words are stories to listen to and songs are moving words that can trigger emotional responses.

Time to explore sound, music, voice, recordings.

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