This sequence of songs has been sitting around for several months, waiting for me to “finish up the final touches on the mix,” which really means “suuure, you know there’s no saving this mix, but keep procrastinating on tossing it into the void anyway.” So: it totally is what it is, and what it is is something you can listen to and consider. And sorry, but about a third of it is pretty much just noise.
In the spirit of that tendency to let one’s personal website languish in a limbo of endless iteration: here is a hand-rendered version of that good old Geocities-era GIF.
I watched the documentary Rivers and Tides: Working with Time, about artist Andy Goldsworthy. It’s a look at a mode of art that converses with nature, that collaborates with the strictures of uncertainty and ephemerality.
If art (craft as well) is characterized by the manipulation of materials, to what extent can you give up control and still call it art? What does that look like? (Is it even the case that “manipulation of materials” is a core definition of art?)