We arrived at this body of water in the desert with a simple mission: to pay attention. An act of reverence to the land. Months of long distance discussions and dreaming about what might be created in this space eternally returned to a simple, clear message - we wanted to create space for the land to speak through us. I have always wanted to put my use at the mercy or grace of something bigger than myself, this makes sense to me. We spent days in quiet companionship with the place, walking it, feeling it, breathing it in - both voluntarily and involuntarily.

The creations born from this are interesting to me because as against the individualistic notion of an “artist”, the ownership and genesis of these works cannot be clearly traced to a single ego. They are transgressive, conversational and continue to evolve in their authorship with the place and materials themselves. Obsidian suspended from a wing sings its obsidian song in the wind and in doing so breaks away pieces of itself, continuing its evolution beyond our hands in conversation with the elements, mirroring perhaps a life more akin to our own or that of the evaporating sea. These creations are divinatory in nature, pulling our awareness towards the otherness of other non-human lives, opening and diversifying perspectives of what the experience of “being” might be like for other creatures and substances on earth. All things speak if we are prepared to listen.

Field recordings were reworked into immersive sound pieces. Materials were gathered locally, salvaged or harvested with deep respect for their provenance. A place ripe in contrasts - the aqueous and the desiccated, volcanic and still energies. Domes of superheated volcanic glass black like the night sky, mud pots expressing deep fertile planetary warmth. The sound of feet on salt crust, our own imprint in this place. We became both the subject and the scientific tool; the field of sensory awareness against which the specificity of this place was registered.

There is something magic in letting go, we all know that, yet we speak little about what happens when we do. I think what happens is that we let the world in; a potentially heart-breaking or heart-making move. This is a magic space of co-presence, of being with, reflecting I believe more honestly the reality of our deeply interconnected, entwined and contingent existences. We live in a fleeting field of associations from which we are born, we return to the wider field when we die. This body of work was born from a set of conditions - relations, people, place, time - that allowed us to enter consciously into that field.