All posts by Brittany De Nigris

time and space and a test-site

collaboration between three fine art MFA students, a violinist, percussionist, two composers and a drama student.

two new film scores were composed and performed live amidst an enclosing projection of broken an repeated narrative.

the 45 minute concert was begun with a slow, uncertain, humming duet of
Also Sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss (written as the theme for 2001: A Space Odyssey, intersected by the reading of a letter written in the case of apollo astronauts being forever lost in space.


Journey to the moon was re-enacted through a cut up quilt of a projection while a new live film score was performed on violin.


Marimba accompanied a performed text piece, where I projected footage from the moon landings alongside a projection of my live transcription of the astronaut’s dialogue.



deep listening inside of a Richard Serra sculpture. It poured that day.

a human-made bell, we sustained this for 7 minutes.

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serious moments of harmony/discord/pain/tiredness/resonance

it snowed a lot last week, we had a good time

We all collected sounds, we didn’t really talk about what they were or where they came from.

Chung cleaned the sounds he liked best.

Jake took these freshly-scrubbed-clean (less noisy) sounds and changed them even more. they continued to lose context.

Then we all met in the media lab and intuitively routed those sounds into speakers.

It did snow a lot that week. I filmed the snow at night while I waited to catch the bus home.

I went back into the media lab and played our sound-scape over and over at max volume and projected the snow falling at night into the darkness of the room. I couldn’t figure out how to turn on the spotlights. Where is the on switch? I wanted to film the dust they would illuminate, especially if I had run around in circles for a while.

I think, in there, I hear a rising and falling or lifting and dropping. Something from an elevator, and what our bodies sound like on the inside, the wet contraction of a heart beat.  The steady release of something. It turns back into itself.