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by Mario Gauthier |imnt_0203-0001|
Iron road…
Multiples, plurishapes, ductiles.
Alkalis and cleavages.
A rather small electrical object: touching, rubbing, nearly eroding
another one from daily life.
Wherever there’s a cavity and a game, something is generated.
Wiredrawn, enameled voices are born. Rustling, hissing, shining, screeching,
tinting, trembling, growling alloys…
A guitar pick-up; a paella; or a rope, or an aluminum cone,
or…
or…
One might say: chisel and mineral.
The rest, i.e. the studio work, recording, mixing, only serves as cage,
hammer, anvil and foundry; and then as a pedestal, or a frame where to place
these carved shapes, in order to see them in a new light…
Metallurgy? Scupture?
Yes, in a sense.
But not strictly, because despite the presence of matter and mineral, they
“have more than one way to them. Out of inertia they yield but
appearances and false testimonies…”
So there’s a road; but one with many lanes.
(…)
“All that is infinite between sounds and ideas (…)”
Quotes: Daniel Oster,
Dans
l’intervalle, P.O.L 1987. First quote used freely and from memory;
p.33 for the second one.
Mario Gauthier,
Radio Executive Producer [iv-02]
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