new filecasts @ nula

58108 new year bird

The call of an unfamiliar bird captures my attention, and
forms the heart of this recording, cutting through the
sounds of New Year’s activities in a temple in Shaxi. People
chat, prepare food, move tables, while street sounds seep in
from just beyond the gate. Eventually, someone begins to
mimic the birdcalls, trying to coax more of them. Continue reading

57970 midnight sun / nula. 2017

57970 midnight sun ~

He was looking at the icy water, raging alongside the ship, thinking
how terrible it would be to be left behind in this world of ice, alone
without help, to watch the ship disappearing into darkness. “My
God”, the Commander thought, peering into the black chaos, “Where
am I? Who am I?”

Dialogue from the commander’s diary in the documentary film
„Повинность / Confession“ by Aleksandr Sokurov (1998). Five new
meditations based on source material used in the earlier filecasts
„a beacon“ and „light on water“.

5 tracks — first light : a shore veiled in mist : night watch
: over and out : under a midnight sun — run time: 58 minutes

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57680 vigil

Warily we watch as a re-alignment slowly takes form, first
noted only in our peripheral vision, but lately much
hardened as it comes into focus. A harbinger of an
unsettling period to come, unknowable, with an incipient
sense of promise, hand-in-hand with its mischievous twin,

57664 long shadows

A persistent atmosphere derived from eight looped fragments
of field recordings, which are combined with one found
excerpt from a scene that takes place in a clockmaker’s
shop, aspires to evoke the expressive light and long shadows
of a late summer’s day’s late afternoon.

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57651 cold fire

The mountains are a place where the bones of the earth rise
up out of the soil and the surface of the earth towers over
itself. At night, the clouds hang like a cold fire
smoldering in the moonlight, the deathly glimmer of that
frigid, distant sphere.

57616 behind a wall

What started as a simple field recording of a construction
site (now completely buried in the subsequent manipulations
that took place) has become by turns an extended moment
combining sonic voices of both contrasting and coincident

57426 sanahin

The late winter snows are wet and heavy, dripping profusely
in the afternoon sun. The air is cool and still as we pay a
visit to the 10th-century monastery of Sanahin, in Armenia’s
northern province of Lori. The name ‘sanahin’ translates as
“this one is older than that one.”