TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

7:41 AM
Posted by jodi rose

A friend rang last night to say 'cool photo', and who knew you had such a deep philosophical side? All those books, so serious... not just a 'trashy australian' after all. No, indeed, it's just that well, hidden depths work so much better if you stay light and transparent on the outside. No-one needs know that there's actually a constant process of reflection and filtering beneath the apparently vague fluttering surface. Butterfly effect.

The space between embodied communication and physical displacement over screen and distance has become incredibly distinct. Signal well and truly overwhelmed by noise. Dropping packets all over the place, watching the art process amp up until it reaches the inevitable moment of breakdown, or is that breakthrough? The results are still in formation, but I think it will be an interesting show. Have sent a few friends along to camp out at the Presbytry in Sydney for Thursday night, can't wait to chat with them while we're setting up the room in Berlin. Sometimes time zones are fun to play with.

I still wake up every morning and don't know where I am.
A jolt in the middle of the night, look at the space around me and feel like everything has changed while I slept, something is missing, things don't look quite right. Constant negotiation of new surroundings, being addicted to disorientation... the sense of displacement is more familiar. than any one place. It's a strange way to live. But I like it. And the friends you make through the random patterns of here there and everywhere are more than compensation for the constant life-lag.

Stayed up until 2, recording the 3rd layer of our Melb/Syd/Berlin Mprov and Alvin Lucifer tribute (misspelling is intentional) and then did the live performance remix of all the process recordings, with some of Bianca's morse code, Sumu's skype dinner, and sounds in the space.

Amplifying the gaps in communication, so that all you hear is the space between words, and random atmospheric background noise brought to the fore, (pipes, music from the nightclub across the road vibrating through the window), and sounds in transit - from a trip to Gorki Park, Jannowitz Brucke Sbahn and the frenzy of textual contact through keyboards and screens along the way. Today it's tweaking levels, recording dialogue, going to saturn for a few cables and tech supplies, trying to find a side entrance to the planetarium for murcof and andrei smirnov gig, typing up my illegible scrawled notes from alain badiou, brandon la belle and max neuhaus talks, and another skype meeting.

'between the lips and the voice something goes dying
something of anguish and oblivion, the way nets cannot hold water'

fragment of my favourite pablo neruda poem that flickered through my over-stimuilated, over-tired mind this morning. between the lips, voice, screen and sound, it's a whole other story.