The arc, sound composition for 8 channels
Duration: 23'51''
Composed in co/authory with Guy Fleisher;
Production: Guy Fleisher
when I hear
I hear you (who hears)
when I look
I see you (who sees)
while the notion of difference remains
i am separate from what i hear
i am separate from what i see
- we can only see what we agree to see
Here light travels in a vacuum and we have that place as a medium. Just as in a short story by Maria Velho da Costa, it is a place like the bubble of juice inside a tangerine bud - that's where I kept myself, said the child, and I ate it. The self passed into the inside of the within. I came to visit the exhibition during the assemblies, and I am given three buds between my fingers. You read it already, she talks about consuming the (metal) plates and I wonder how many different ways of living, feeling, and eating a matter are possible. As if, if we decided, we could be companions of so many different sensibilities and forms. And I think that maybe this is it.
Guide and maker of inter-worlds, Daniela does the mediation between the matters and species. She takes part, cares for and feeds landscapes, points of light expanding, horizons that dilute and reappear viscerally, in absolute interludes. She speaks of breathing, and I hear ocean breathing. She talks of corrosion, bottom, and I see fire; she talks of unblocking, compass, and I see air; she writes dissolve, writes I, and I see water. We are then faced with a fifth element, the materialization of time alighting invisible.
I read that the advance of modern science triumphs over mythologies, that Maxwell's theories 'do not require the ether for the transmission of these forces'. We care less about precision than the elastic attraction of all these forces transmitted together, and which Daniela offers us like a nectar. To know more about the seasons, let’s not open the calendar.
Awe springs to mind, and who is this inside that appears incinerated, tender and furious, being outside, being another, time stamped on skin? And wasn't it Gal who sang that beauty is things lit from the inside? Daniela says that rust is the remains of singularity in time. Rust is more powerful than iron and it needs, urgently, to free itself. What a gift, this contemplation of a 'dissolving of this I that wants to be more, but already is'. You already know: let the drones and their awakenings come, but here between us, the pact is this: the crack is open to invite, and continue, to not know.
Excerpt of exhibition text by Daniela Carneiro Lino and Mafalda Araújo