There is an odd assumption that silence is the absence of something. It isn’t. Anyone can hear noise. It takes very little effort. We spend our days surrounded by it: traffic, phones, conversations, notifications, news, opinions and the constant expectation that something louder is always more important. Quiet…
Tag: observation
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The Joy of Found Objects
There is a moment, just after your eyes learn what to look for, when the ground stops being ground. It becomes an archive. I am an artist, which is a practical way of saying I spend a great deal of my time looking down. At pavements. At turned…