Woods 1

My feet touched the ground

I’m writing this in my cabin at Byrdcliffe Art Colony in Woodstock, my home for the summer before I return to my “real” home in Manhattan. From there I make regular visits to London, the place that still feels like home because it was where I chose to live once old enough to “leave home.”

In light of this confusion about my own home, it’s not surprising that the work which has dominated my life for the last 12 years centers around other people’s relationship with home and familiar places. I’m a singer and sound artist, so this is an audio project; it involves walking with others, improvised singing, and environmental sound. I call it Shadow-walks.