Does your work break silence?
This is an interesting question and the way it was explained, I never thought about it from that perspective. It made me a little uncomfortable which I found interesting though am still not sure why. Maybe because, the work we produce, that I produce has meaning and at times I have questioned my worth along with the worth of what I created? A possible answer and certainly a response. After pondering this for a bit, I do think my work breaks silence. And upon further contemplation, that is also why it was a bit disturbing. I want the work I produce to be not be just noise but, auditory respite from the hard silences of this world and humdrum intonation of ambient but reoccurring sounds all around us.
Silence has many qualities. Write one of them. What images, forms, materials, colors (or absence of color) and sense of space do you associate with silence? Speak to silence in your work.
Enveloping contemplation. This quality is a distinctive one for me in that, silence at one point of my life was scary. I didn’t like it to be too quiet because usually when it was quit for very long, it meant something was about to happen or if I let my guard down, someone could sneak in, creep in through the silence. Through a long process, I’ve had to travel this road through past traumas and peel the layers within each to discover where I am now happily holding space: I like the quiet. I like to be able to hear my own thoughts. I am comfortable with pauses, quiet rooms. Darkness and light can both inhabit silence. It is with this anthropomorphic experience that silence has become a companion of mine; it embodies characteristics of cold and warmth; amoeba-like and while not visible, still wholly present.