MELT THE MASTER,
enclosed please find a handful of discoveries made along the way. 30 minute cassette tapes. solitude. mental images of place from the imagined past and projected future. no score. no map (outside of my causal body). they are living meditations. present to each moment for that time. never to be repeated again. nothingness may be the eventual goal… for now i play with other electronics, guitars, bows, keyboards, birds and record digitally, mostly. the fun is that i never know where it is leading me. please enjoy.
melt the master, revised x (tbd with tape mold photos)
photography, video, sound, sculpture, rendering of a 3 yr collection of improvised cassette tapes playing on the theme of the 2008 UMG archive fire where 1000’s of master recording tapes were burned.
