It seems a natural extension to attach a pencil to one of these motors, in fact it seemed to be align with a shared interest both me and Goose have from with the drawn line, such drawings act as post script graphical scores implying the gyrate movements of the pencil. A mark that is far from consistent, jagged marks pirouette in a child like fashion, harder dots subjective of the balancing of forces, wind and mechanical. I say line but its more a close collection of dots where the pencil is in buzzing with the charge of minute vibrations.

The paper is thin and light, its Japanese calligraphy paper our friend Haruka gave us – It functioned well against the thicker cartridge paper, allowing the friction of the marks to travel through to the small stainless steal sheet that rests on small beanbag’s full of rice that too Haruka gave us. Through a contact mic, subtle amplifying the swinging drone that sounded reminiscent of old war planes, or the distant mowing of a garden lawn, sound very characteristic of stainless steal.

Much like previous experiments, we attached a large piece of tin foil to the hanging string so as it might pick up any breeze from the window, adding more variables to the motion, such a system would function well outside but it is enough to impart a small element of chance within the pencil’s direction.


There was a certain meditative quality to watching this thing round and round we tentatively made sounds around it as if to punctuate its relentless deep tone; here we began to understand it in relation to the often rhythmic sounds of the tapping motors, such a variety in qualities of tone and rhythm we’ve come to realise makes for a more curious landscape. I’ve always enjoyed the constant-ness of a drone, of course this fluctuates, but there’s a certain drawing in of ones focus that seems to happen.

And what to make of the artefact left behind?  The drawn line and its relationship to sound seem so at one, and this feels no acceptation, though it does not suggest a sound as there own, the line acts as remnants of the forces in motion, and of course, isn’t that exactly what sound is? The remnants of actions gone.


Both images you see here are of drawings lasting around 30-45 minutes one with and with wind.

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