this is the first experiment for the VIVO soundscape assignment.

A well-trodden trail I often explore in the borrowed town I live in (all towns are borrowed when you are born into colonization and when you are a perpetuator of colonization, whether you choose it consciously or not) this trail follows the precious single water source of the town, a contested water source sought-after by the nearby city which faces constant drought.

here the soft sounds of nature are transmuted into a technologic crunch, a reaction to the fuzzy brain-body experience made sharp by discomfort from paranoid isolation and overuse of the telescreens. this is the experience of finally unplugging from the endless whirring of wifi and returning slowly to the animal self. this is the in-betweenness after the first shut off and disconnection, still buzzing with electric residue, unable to see clearly but leaving the mental fogfuzz of wires, screens, and attention-addiction in the current Orwellian state of affairs.

This exercise investigates walking & drifting through memory.

over many years I have collected videos of myself at bodies of water as some private devotional ritual to the places & their moments in time that crossed my path, creating visual gratitudes (agradecimientos) to the self and the place in that moment, honoring freedom, luck, beauty, & love. this is a drift across time, a walk across memory in absolutely unspoiled areas of the world. These drifting memory walks are presented as a brief moving collage.

This is the first time many of these private moments are being show publicly, these secret rituals were guarded as sacred connections to nature, to time, and to self - moments made only for me that I've avoided sharing in the time of hyper documentation and attention addiction, but in this exercise you, the viewer, are invited to drift along my memories.