I’ve been thinking about the radio towers.
The ear to the radio, the radio to the towers, the towers to the microphone, the mic to the sound. Somewhere on the edge of the landscape that the algorithms can just barely reach, I keep a folder of sounds it could never understand. What does wind, or a wind harp, or an idea that can’t quite be explained; what does that sound like to an artificial ear? On Year 6 of The Wind, new sounds and archival work re-imagined.