Reflecting on my Sound Design Experience
The reflection of my sound design experience was like a shattered mirror on a tile floor, or a boat sinking into it's reflection in the sea. I totally bombed this one. What's unfortunate is I love working with sound and had my brain not be such a literal one, I think I could've made something really cool. Woulda coulad shoulda. At the end of the day, even if I went too narrative, I still stand by the unintentional narrative I told. The cycle of the life of a chicken is disturbing to me. It's such a sad existence. As many Investigation Discovery murder shows I have watched, when I hear the word carcass, I think of animal slaughter. Perhaps my literality (is that even a word?) was a means to express how I truly feel about factory farming. If I could go back, I would try to keep the soundscape the same and duplicate it in incriments, play them backwards, or work with the durations. There is so much I wish I'd have done differently, but at the end of the day my heart won over my brain. I told a story that means something to me. If your art means nothing to you, then what's the point?
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ReplyDeleteMaybe it was more narrative, but what you made WAS cool. The horrific overtones come through -- you place the listener right alongside you during this harrowing meditation. We are right there with you, following your perspective. The trick is rendering your work to make us feel in real-time...narrative can delay this experience at times. What helps me (for now, at least) is thinking of work in this mode as exhibits or biomes that can be travelled through.
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