TIDAL HARMONIES

KOMMUNAL PRAKSIS

Using a series of written vignettes each paired with a sonic portrait, Tidal Harmonies reimagines how communal auditory practices cultivate belonging and weave individuals into a collective identity.

Developed for Sound Art Lab X Struer Tracks
Digital Publication, Kommunal Praksis

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a funeral for the matriarch

white polyester seat covers pulled over gold lined chairs

a red runner divides a round table cladded with with evergreen wax flowers and photo frames

shoes squeak as they bring in the cold and the dj decides to play the cookout’s best

i haven’t seen a lot of these people since my mom was alive

they tear up. as to meet my eyes is to enter a world in which Chanel is still around

reunions buzz over the the food kept dull hum and i wont stop flashing a smile

broken that i am not broken from the loss

Cheyenne says she feels blessed and well, i asked

listen to a funeral for the matriarch here

daybreak

the week before the big thaw, even the trucks are shivering

running into town early to see if i need glasses

i should've saw that coming

listen to daybreak here

preoccupation, face to face

heyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

then our phones are just facing the ceiling fans

or maybe we’re doing our hair

and the phone is propped up by the sink

i say hi to dad as he walks past to the kitchen

helllooo Wayne ‘she says hi’ hi mama ‘he says hi too’

im styling my bangs so they make a diamond on my oval face

your words come with no warning
im laughing so hard i rub the soreness from my face

the laugh drops to my belly and that feels a lot better

your edges look so good. okay ponytail

we dip into ideas about what we want for our family

and ourselves

okay tell dad i said bye Love You Dad Bye

listen to preoccupation, face to face here

secret coffee

behind the mill by the water

adorned with smells of coffee-infused outerwear and glossier you

you know, the clothes that aren’t that bad but could use a wash

i have an horchata affogato – it's a treat, i don't do caffeine

sweet sounds of wind dance over electric bell tones

briefly break into their briefcase for pastels

my hands welcome a mirage of crepuscular rays and muddied clouds
on a spiral page,

i have to go home

listen to secret coffee here

delux

translucent candy canes walk in a straight line, painting the ceiling red, off white and green

it’s a tight fit in here, but just give them a smile as you bump shoulders

you’ve been coming here a lot longer than i have, familiarity keeps your face bright

curiosity washes over mine and you’re into that

a nick & nora sits by your hands, garnishing the table with soft taps

together we find comfort in the clutter on the walls, bottles nearly tip over but they’ll never know the ground

our rainy clothes are almost dry, i'm ready to go somewhere new

listen to delux here