Artist Serena Korda

Interesting performance organised by artist Serena Korda called Missing Time. She explains about the performance in the video and you get a gist of what it must have been like for the participants and listeners.

I really like her comment just before the end about how she used to make political work and strived to make works that were strong political statements but then realised that something more valuable and needed that political statements is making work that shows and creates an environment of magic and kindness which is more important.

live binaural recordings
3 dimensional performance
under magnolia trees
performers amongst the viewers
sound vibrations, frequencies having healing qualities for humans
listening to frequencies of stars, alien activities, space and the ether

” “Missing Time” considers the history and mythology of the High Lines as a “thin place”- a portal to other worlds – while exploring its transformation and invisible histories.”

I like the idea about the thin place, i have never heard this expression before but it makes me think of the thin space above mountains between the earth and the atmosphere, a space of in between and where two worlds meet. The comprehendible and the unliveable places that lye so close to each other at every moment of existence and now due to climate change and the thinning of the ozone layer, theses two environments begin to merge and combine!

Collaboration with a sculpture of nature, the tree – like land art the way we collaborate with earth. Like the involvement of skilled peoples who may not normally be involved with art therefore also changing perspectives and creates questions.

National Trust related – combining sculpture with history and current ideas, pushing perception and understanding, changing the experience of an environment. Similar to the way people have tied rags to ancient trees as a form of worship in Pagan traditions down in secret hidden places in Cornwall – often surrounding ancient wishing wells believed to have magical healing powers. Maybe there is a cross cultural tradition to believe that tying things and materials to trees can bring good and channel magic. It does feel appropriate and right to tie things in and decorate trees when thinking about ecology and nature, wish making and putting value in ecology and ancient knowledge. The trees are smarter than we think.
The ceramic blue bells hung in the tree must have chimed without human involvement – something interesting about abstract instruments like this where humans don’t have to be present and there will be music playing no matter what, whether there are human spectators or not. A collaboration between human, tree and wind. Unpredictable, organic sounds made at own accord, sounds to be heard by nature from humans – gifts back to nature from humans. Can sound help growth of plants and animals and even humans?

I really like her vast array of projects spanning different sights and mediums and people and different group involvements. Also like how some are temporary and some are long lasting and potentially permanently connected to an environment that is always changing and moving out of her control such as the forest – hints of entropy here – the work will inevitably decompose and return to nature as it grows moss, becomes insect homes and are blow off and broken or buried in the ground where the clay originated from. A circle of life, the life of the ceramics make sounds suspended in the AIR, in the SPACE between branches and leaves and their initial purpose dies when the ceramic bells are removed or hit the floor where they do not chime anymore.

interacting with sculpture to further create and extend the stimulation of the senses. I like to create work that crosses boundaries and connects senses like this as well. Getting people together to create together and explore intuition.
The wild mans face on it
carry beer
making music and sounds with domestic objects from the past
people experimenting and jamming with objects not originally designed for the new activity
listening to trees with super sensitive microphones
playing vessels – percussion and completely dependent on the movement and sensitivity of the player. Could animals play instruments or make music some how?

What is it about weather?

What the hell is weather? I can’t seem to put my finger on what it is and why and how it is a thing. The storm hitting Cornwall at the moment is something I find super exciting and energising and fun. The sound of the rain battering the roof of the van while we sleep at night is calming and beautiful and warms my insides in some kind of ironic milkshake of enjoyment and fear. The wind rocking the vans structure is as if the storm is my mother rocking me into dreams of calm. I do not fear the storm due to shelter and we welcome the morning before work by opening the back doors of the van to look out to the stormy sea with our hot coffees and strawberries for an extremely privileged breakfast.
At breakfast however, we both tear up after recalling deeply emotional moments in films about how storms cause loss and expose a true sense of mortality and our minute defence against nature. I speak of the film ‘A drift” and he about “Cast Away’, our brains totally convinced by the footage and struck by its ability to portray the vulnerability of humans at sea but also the determination of people to survive when it would be so easy to die.

Who do we think we are? At the moment, the power of the sea and massive waves and storms out in the open ocean are popular topic while we drink out coffees at Stones Bakery, maybe this is because I hang out with surfers or maybe it is because our animal instincts are trying to tell us something is coming!
I went to a talk by Falmouth and Penryn’s Extinction Rebellion group two nights ago and they slammed us with reality checks and made me feel like if I wasn’t fighting and standing with Extinction Rebellion then what ever I was doing instead was immoral and fair play to them. It was harrowing and REAL and also felt pretty apocalyptic which makes me think, maybe it doesn’t feel apocalyptic, maybe it is apocalyptic and really life as we know it will not be the same for our children when they can’t go to Africa on holiday, neither South America or Australia or Portugal because the temperature is unbearable and humans can’t survive there. This year many countries have seen the hottest summers and temperatures ever recorded and it was 50 degrees Celsius somewhere in India which is stupid hot. The people of the Southern Hemisphere are on their way North because of either environmental crisis, and/or political crisis and are the people who really can answer the questions on the affects of Climate Change and I sat with my boyfriend in the van on the headland drinking coffee talking and fantasising about the trauma in films and stories of environmental disaster and storms that nearly destroyed people, where as the real story is going on now and it definitely isn’t a story.

It really feels now that I need to do something. Whether its local or over seas help, I feel I need to give help some how. I am interested in helping indigenous people who’s culture and land is being destroyed by development to benefit the West or help those indigenous communities being affected by Climate Change that they played no part in causing because they are the earth’s keepers and deserve more than destruction for something they had nothing to do with.

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