Electricity — 07.15.2020
I tend to think of the generative and destructive properties of electricity as analogous to the cycles of ideas until I remember that life often passes without metaphor. The network of these mechanical processes appears to be the structure that catalyzes the countless expressions of living itself.
In the early stages of quarantine, I found myself returning to live recordings of shows produced under the banner of Kamuning Public Radio, remembering my proximity to people, to machines, to auditory phenomena produced by the invisible undulations of electricity. My time with Green Papaya as a sound engineer involved the direction, documentation, and distribution of numerous electrical currents, all sites of encounter and emergence, of confluence and conversion. In those digital replicas of events, I found no trace of my own hand; I found only that I was completely subsumed into space, one among many folds in a field of frequencies, a part of everything else. And then came the news of the fire (attributed to electricity) and the sense that there is much more to be done to protect the spaces that form the horizon that resembles a future.
There is no solace in the tired myth of resilience, only a painful reminder of an uneven apocalyptic landscape, but there are faint echoes of hope in the possibility of transformation, a task no longer symbolic.
Itos Ledesma
July 15, 2020
In the early stages of quarantine, I found myself returning to live recordings of shows produced under the banner of Kamuning Public Radio, remembering my proximity to people, to machines, to auditory phenomena produced by the invisible undulations of electricity. My time with Green Papaya as a sound engineer involved the direction, documentation, and distribution of numerous electrical currents, all sites of encounter and emergence, of confluence and conversion. In those digital replicas of events, I found no trace of my own hand; I found only that I was completely subsumed into space, one among many folds in a field of frequencies, a part of everything else. And then came the news of the fire (attributed to electricity) and the sense that there is much more to be done to protect the spaces that form the horizon that resembles a future.
There is no solace in the tired myth of resilience, only a painful reminder of an uneven apocalyptic landscape, but there are faint echoes of hope in the possibility of transformation, a task no longer symbolic.
Itos Ledesma
July 15, 2020