Sympathetic Resonance:
A harmonic phenomenon wherein a formerly passive vibratory body responds to external vibrations to which it has a harmonic likeness. As these things rattle, sound energy is being converted into mechanical energy, and so the sound is absorbed.
Sympathetic Resonance is an acknowledgement of absence and stillness. It is echoes and ripples. The sound within space and silence. Each piece from this curated works come together to tell and story of a loud and chaotic, deafeningly quiet loneliness that exists symbiotically within nature and humanity. The crops are impressions and prints left from external non-organic forces. The waves are deafening and ring throughout my body in harmonic stillness. There is a grace and silence to the chaos. It is calculated and unchanging. The mechanics of the ocean mimic the mechanics of a piano roll. The piano roll evokes a feeling of melancholy through its negative space. The absence of sound and the absence of a player leave a ghostly impression on the mind. The black and white images of the ocean are still and calm. There are traces of sound that wash over the images like phantom tones.
Sympathetic Resonance is an experimentation of different and new processes and is a work in progress. As I created more images I found myself going back to images of the ocean and drowning within them. I started looking through Google Maps at my home and found solace in the strange circular shapes of central pivot crops. The more I researched these, the more I found all over North America. What struck me about the crops was the impressions left by humanity on the earth and made me wonder how long these imprints would be left on the land. The ocean erodes its cliffs and beaches, but what about where it cannot touch? There is an invisible hand leaving marks all over the planet. The piano rolls hold a sentimental significance for me. I had a player piano growing up and my grandmother had hundreds of piano rolls. Music has a strange way of taking you back in time, but within the silence of the rolls, where I cannot hear the music, is what takes me back. It makes me think of the impressions left by those in our lives and the empty spaces that are left after they are gone and how these spaces can because music. It is my response to external echoes, or vibrations, like sympathetic resonance, and how each element effects me.