A study for an in-progress project with organist Alexander Meszler. The sound is made with Kyma and a Buchla Easel.
Kyma features some very powerful Hidden Markov Model (HMM/Pattern Generation) functions that I’ve been studying and are a part of this project.
This project is a continuation of our performative works.
An aspect of our live performing is, of course, rehearsing. We usually discuss our process publicly by describing how we work together to coordinate different sections of sound/music/image, and then improvise our way into and out of these moments as we play. Another component of our work are visual scores that we create – typically very early in the development of the project. These scores aren’t in any specific language, nor do they use a set of predefined symbols. They are unique to each piece. We realized we’ve never spoken publicly about this part of our work before.
These scores, hypothetically, can be realized in various media and potentially by other artists.
Trace Reverb Trace is an installation with sound, realized on Governors Island, NYC during the 2024 Indeterminacy Festival. The project was created during our artist residency on the island and assisted by 4 emerging and 9 apprentice artists.
Sited in an abandoned home at 17 Nolan Park, and in acknowledgement of the technological history and largely built nature of Governors Island, Trace Reverb Trace envisions a self-sustaining artificial ecology independently reclaiming this built environment when the people have gone.
The sound was based on a 10 note scale (A Dekany derived from the research of Erv Wilson) whose root tone was the resonant frequency of the rooms where each array was installed. Each of the 42 speakers functioned independently and “chose” a pitch from the scale, an amplitude level, and duration based on environmental factors.
Artists Jonah Bowrie and Ben Munoz, who were Emerging artists in this year’s festival and assisted us on our project, have an ongoing online work at https://fuit.es. Ben and Jonah incorporated content from Trace Reverb Trace into fuit.es. The page is here: https://fuit.es/trace-retrace and continues to grow and change in digital space.
Our emerging and apprentice artists: Derek Holland, Noelle Salaun, Jane Grabowski, Jonah Bowrie, Ben Munoz, Sam Douma, Brayden Carr, Daniela Chapparo, Elliot Russell, Jude Markey-Smith, Trey Scantlen, Ben Zucker, and Thelonius Garcia.
This project was made possible by the generous support of the New York Arts Program (Emilie Clark, Director), and Stanzi Vaubel, Artistic Director and Founder of the Indeterminacy Festival.
Based on Video and Music developed for our performance/Artist talk at the NYArts Program in October ’23. This version is from March ’24. Both the video and music were performed live. The sound and video here were recorded directly from their respective computers.
For our performative works we develop video and audio structures that we improvise through. Both the imagery and sound incorporate generative/interactive systems, meaning that the generative elements are responding to us, and vice versa.
Maya+Rouvelle performance from December 2023 at the Montauk Club in Brooklyn, NY.
Lili developed a modular projection surface for this project.
Both the video and sound were created with the room and it’s ambience in mind, similarly to the way we made our previous work for the Crypt at the Church of the Intercession in Manhattan (a flower grew out of the ocean).
We’ll continue to explore and evolve this site conditioned/improvised form in future projects.
“Someone fond of paradoxes, sufficiently stubborn and guided by belief, could go on doubting that the ocean was a living being. But it was impossible to deny the existence of its mind, whatever could be understood by the term. It had become quite clear that it was only too aware of our presence above it…”
“But what am I going to see?”
“I don’t know. In a certain sense it depends entirely on you. It’s visioning seems symbiotic, a form of communion: what you see is created from what it can see in you and what you are willing to know about both yourself and its consciousness.”
A flower grew out of the ocean is a music/sound/spoken text/media performance in four parts that premiered on October 21, 2023 at the Crypt below the Church of the Intercession on W155th St, NYC. The texts are excerpts from Stanislaw Lem’s Solaris.
Each section can be accessed by scrolling over the timeline in the embedded video. Below are direct links to specific sections (that will open in their own windows), and the excerpted texts.
If you’d like a brief introduction to the work we suggest starting with Part IV – by either scrolling to that part’s location on the timeline above, or clicking this direct link: (https://vimeo.com/898683817#t=36m15s)
We exchanged no further words. I slid the transparent canopy shut, gave him the signal, and he set the lift going. I emerged onto the Station roof; the motor burst into life; the three blades turned and the machine rose, strangely light, into the air. Soon the Station had fallen far behind.
Alone over the ocean, I saw it with a different eye. I was flying quite low, at about a hundred feet, and for the first time I felt a sensation often described by the explorers but which I had never noticed from the height of the Station, the alternating motion of the gleaming waves was not at all like the undulation of the sea or the billowing of clouds. It was like the crawling skin of an animal. The incessant, slow-motion contractions of muscular flesh, secreting a crimson foam.
When I started to bank towards the drifting mimoid, the sun shone into my eyes and blood-red flashes struck the curved canopy. The dark ocean, flickering with sombre flames, was tinged with blue.
The flitter came around too wide, and I was carried a long way down wind from the mimoid. It was a long irregular silhouette looming out of the ocean. Emerging from the mist, the mimoid was no longer pink, but a yellowish grey. I lost sight of it momentarily, and glimpsed the Station, which seemed to be sitting on the horizon, and whose outline was reminiscent of an ancient zeppelin. I changed course, and the sheer mass of the mimoid grew in my line of vision, a baroque sculpture. I was afraid of crashing into the bulbous swellings, and pulled the flitter up so brutally that it lost speed and started to lurch; but my caution was unnecessary, for the rounded peaks of those fantastic towers were subsiding.
I flew past the island. Slowly, yard by yard, I descended to the level of the eroded peaks. The mimoid was not large. It measured about three quarters of a mile from end to end, and was a few hundred yards wide. In some places it was close to splitting apart. This mimoid was obviously a fragment of a far larger formation. On the scale of Solaris it was only a tiny splinter, weeks or perhaps months old.
Among the mottled crags overhanging the ocean, I found a kind of beach, a sloping, fairly even surface a few yards square. I steered towards it. The rotors almost hit a cliff that reared up suddenly in my path, but I landed safely, cut the motor and slid back the canopy. Standing on the fuselage I made sure that there was no chance of the flitter sliding into the ocean. Waves were licking at the jagged bank about fifteen paces away, but the machine rested solidly on its legs. I jumped to the ground.
The cliff I had almost hit was a huge bony membrane pierced with holes, and full of knotty swellings. A crack several yards wide split this wall diagonally and enabled me to examine the interior of the island, already glimpsed through the apertures in the membrane. I edged warily onto the nearest ledge, but my boots showed no tendency to slide and the suit did not impede my movements, and I went on climbing until I had reached a height of about four stories above the ocean, and could see a broad stretch of petrified landscape stretching back until it was lost from sight in the depths of the mimoid.
It was like looking at the ruins of an ancient town. A Moroccan city tens of centuries old. Convulsed by an earthquake or some other disaster. I made out a tangled web of winding side-streets choked with debris, and alleyways which fell abruptly towards the oily foam that floated close to the shore. In the middle distance, great battlements stood intact, sustained by ossified buttresses. There were dark openings in the swollen and sunken walls. Traces of windows or loop-holes. The whole of this floating town rocked like a foundering ship. It pitched and turned slowly, with the sun casting continually moving shadows creeping among the ruined alleys.
Now and again a polished surface caught and reflected the light. I took the risk of climbing higher, then stopped; rivulets of fine sand were beginning to trickle down the rocks above my head, cascading into ravines and alleyways and rebounding in swirling clouds of dust. The mimoid is not made of stone, and to dispel the illusion one only has to pick up a piece of it to discover that it is lighter than pumice, and composed of small, very porous cells.
Now I was high enough to feel the swaying of the mimoid. It was moving forward, propelled by the dark muscles of the ocean towards an unknown destination, but its inclination varied. It rolled from side to side, and the languid oscillation was accompanied by the gentle rustling sound of the yellow and grey foam which streamed off the emerging shore. The mimoid had acquired its swinging motion long before, probably at its birth, and even while it grew and broke up it had retained its initial pattern.
Only now did I realize that I was not in the least concerned with the mimoid, and that I had flown here not to explore it’s formation, but to acquaint myself with the ocean.
With the flitter a few paces behind me, I sat on the rough, fissured beach. A heavy black wave broke over the edge of the bank and spread out, not black, but a dirty green. The ebbing wave left viscous streamlets behind, which flowed back quivering towards the ocean. I went closer, and when the next wave came I held out my hand. What followed was a faithful reproduction of a phenomenon which had been analyzed a century before: the wave hesitated, recoiled, then enveloped my hand without touching it, so that a thin covering of ‘air’ separated my glove inside a cavity which had been fluid a moment previously, and now had a fleshy consistency. I raised my hand slowly, and the wave, or rather an outcrop of the wave, rose at the same time, enfolding my hand in a translucent cyst with greenish reflections. I stood up, so as to raise my hand still higher, and the gelatinous substance stretched like a rope, but did not break. The main body of the wave remained motionless on the shore, surrounding my feet without touching them, like some strange beast patiently waiting for the experiment to finish. A flower had grown out of the ocean, and its calyx was moulded to my fingers. I stepped back. The stem trembled, stirred uncertainly and fell back into the wave, which gathered it and receded.
I repeated the game several times, until — as the first experimenter had observed — a wave arrived which avoided me indifferently, as if bored with a too familiar sensation. I knew that to revive the ‘curiosity’ of the ocean I would have to wait several hours. Disturbed by the phenomenon I had stimulated, I sat down again. Although I had read numerous accounts of it, none of them had prepared me for the experience as I had lived it, and I felt somehow changed.
In all their movements, taken together or singly, each of these branches reaching out of the ocean seemed to display a kind of cautious but not feral alertness, a curiosity avid for quick apprehension of a new, unexpected form, and regretful at having to retreat, unable to exceed the limits set by a mysterious law. The contrast was inexpressible between that lively curiosity and the shimmering immensity of the ocean that stretched away out of sight … I had never felt its gigantic presence so strongly, or its powerful changeless silence, or the secret forces that gave the waves their regular rise and fall. I sat unseeing, and sank into a universe of inertia, glided down an irresistible slope and identified myself with the dumb, fluid colossus; it was as if I had forgiven it everything.
“…the first thing to say is that the in-front-of-me dimension does not exist as such, since immediately below me there opens the void, which then becomes the sea which then becomes the horizon which then becomes the sky…” Calvino
We have an upcoming performance on Saturday, December 2, 7:30pm @ The Montauk Club in Prospect Heights Brooklyn.
**The Montauk Club is private. If you’d like to see the show please contact us and we’ll put you on the guest list.The club has a restaurant and bar, for additional information go here.
Indeterminacy Society /Stanzi Vaubel Artistic Director, presents: it happens like this Lili Maya, Video Installation James Rouvelle, Electronic Music w/ Special Guest on Cello
This pair of works is part of a new (April ’23) music and video project.
Dioicus derives from a Greek term meaning “of two houses”.
Our plan is to compose/record/publish movements of this piece on our sites, and play them live. We’re organizing some performances now.
In a previous M/R project Lili had developed some video techniques she wanted to explore further. In the interim I had become involved in some music/alternative tuning/synthesis work (see previous post) and over the past few weeks it became clear that the music I was making and the imagery Lili wanted to create were aligned.
Musically, the individual pieces are Polytonal – i.e, based on relationships between different scales derived from different fundamental tones that occur simultaneously. My entry point to scale development was Erv Wilson. I’m currently working with a handful of different scales, not all of which occur together in each piece. Maybe I’ll write more about my methods.
The synth patches have varied degrees of generative capability – meaning they can make some decisions on their own based on input (pitch, expressive gestures, etc.). My intention was to develop a responsive system for improvisation. We’re currently expanding the system to incorporate visuals, so that Lili will be able to similarly improvise with her visual language via a responsive agent.
My music project, a Lattice of Unplanned Measurements (see previous posts, or click here) took an unplanned (…) twist a few months ago when I was invited to play some of the music live at a party. While I played on all the recordings, I hadn’t conceived of the aLUM as performative; preparing the pieces to play live was not something I thought was feasible and didn’t fit with the intention of the project.
However, I was very interested in playing live.
So I worked out some new material, practiced, and played for a small group in early January.
It felt good. Playing for, and connecting with a live audience was very rewarding.
The music I played was much different than anything I’d posted before. In fact I’d developed some new scales, programmed a new synthesizer, created some adaptive backing tracks, etc. While I was pleased with everything, the works seemed like points on a curve leading elsewhere, and I don’t think I’ll post any of it.
At around the same time I was offered work doing R&D for a development group working with music, and tech. While I can’t go into details, it was acceptable to them, in fact preferable, if the ideas they were exploring were presented in the form of original music – meaning I was getting paid to compose and play – albeit within parameters specific to my client’s needs.
It was a great opportunity as it got me into a weekly compose/play groove and slowly my facility with the instruments I use improved to the point that playing my own work live seemed not only possible but preferable.
I’d received a few emails over the past year wondering if Lili and I were planning to do some shows incorporating her visuals and my music. I was timid about this as I’d been out of serious music making for quite a long time. I responded at the time with “that would be great, we’ll let you know”.
I’ve recently followed up on these and we’re planning some events beginning in June.
With all of that in mind, below are a few examples of the music I’m now making.
If you’ve listened to the early works you’ll notice the newer music is a different. I’m now using two scales simultaneously, one tuned to 432Hz and one to 440Hz, one a Hexany, and one a Dekany. I’m also using some generative synthesis techniques that are evident in the 2nd and 4th tracks below. The synths I’m using are playable, of course, so they’re responding to what I’m playing and have some ability to make decisions on their own.
I’m envisioning the music below as elements of one piece, that I’m tentatively naming Until the dream is knowledge and knowledge is a dream. Those words come from Delmore Schwartz’ At a Solemn Musick (linked below). I’ve sketched out a few additional movements and I’ll post them later.
I’m posting the piece in progress to give a few interested listeners a chance to hear what I’m working on to aid them in making some plans.
Lili will be working on the visuals this month, and we’ll post something when it is available.
As the other works in this series (Soundcloud for audio , for additional videos click on the video of this movement above ), the music is derived from a 10 note scale (a “Dekany”) inspired by the work of Erv Wilson.
