Still working on the set of drone pieces with material from Andrey Faryus. A new download of fresh drones has come up with something interesting. It’s been sitting on my hard drive for ages while I work out what to do with it.

I’ve taken to putting these tracks through numerous stages of processing, to a point where something comes out that catches my ear. A bit of a time consuming way to work, as I often leave it lying around for a month or two, but that seems to define my own artwork output at the moment.

I’ve always been interested in the output of sonograms and have just had a play with an application called Sonogram Visible Speech, written by Christoph Lauer. The image here is a section of the audio sample projected into a new 3D mode which maps time, frequency and amplitude along the x,y and x-axes.

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Had a melancholic walk around the Windsor cemetery last weekend, searching for the grave of an old friends mother. This cemetery was established in the Victorian era, early 1850’s and consequently contains a majority of monuments from within 90 years of that time. Young soldiers who fought in the Crimean War, then the mass monuments to the fallen in WW1.

Sometimes you can see these things and never give them a second thought, but some days something about the nature of life seems to communicate it’s essence more clearly.

The names and tributes left for the people whose remains lie within that ground really resonated for me that day, made clear by Rudyard Kipling’s chosen line to commemorate the war dead on the large monument at the entrance. “Their Name Liveth For Evermore” conjured something both magickal and futile for me.

Could it be that this thought gives us all something to shade us from the the fear of utter annihilation we face in death. Personally, I believe in the Immortal Soul, but when we leave our bodies, who will know what we tried to do in this life? Our acts will be forgotten, unless their impact is truly grand, our care for our friends, our families may last a short time, our art? Perhaps all we have to cling to is the knowledge that, like our initials carved into a tree trunk, our name on a monument will be evidence that we lived as well as we could in our time.