chronotopeia 21 [cata5]

by benjamin silva-pereira

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chronotope 21 is the first finished work on the ‘memory’ series silva-pereira calls chronotopeia. it is a special dialogue between fragmentary personal memories, revived by found sound objects which started with field recordings and construction of an archive of samples that brought back memories of ruined churches and the tolling bells of childhood, that was the origin of this work in progress – discontinuous and heterotopic in nature and its final reconstruction.

this documentation of reality and memories (some false) concerns the decay of memory (a serious personal problem) and the physical spaces (body and objects) that become artistically visible utterances through sound. this decay is presented here through the abuse of delay and reverb plus the repetition of flexible clusters.

some of the ‘real’ bells were recorded in the monastery of batalha (central portugal) in 2010 and some of the ‘rocks, ambience(s) and noises’ at tintern abbey (monmouthshire, wales) in 2008. the use of synthetic bells is on purpose and not conflicting.

this dichotomy between real/false, true/invented, memory/reconstruction is the pillar of the work: the hands that creates bells are the ones who create solidity from the malleable metal; which respond to the call of the created object into churches and monasteries and which live in the drones of indoctrination. the furnace of the creation of bells is the same furnace of the subjugation by the church. the hands that create also kills in name of the religious dominion.

this recycling of memories and sounds is for the artist the ourobouros, the eternal return and the fear for the loss of the past represented in the hands held in prayer and of the echoing bells calling to mass of his childhood.

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released 01 October 2011
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chronotopeia 21 ~ the work of hands and bells [parts 1 & 2]


recorded in portugal, wales & england from 2008 to 2011
produced, composed & performed by benjamin silva-pereira
engineered & mixed by benjamin croaxford with the assistance of david sphere @ the naked lizard lounge, west london, august 2011
mastered by david sphere @ the naked lizard lounge, west london september 2011
published by catalogue of wonders (arts) london 2011

photography & graphic design by wassily blossfeldt for ars publica, london, 2011

(p)&(c) 2011 catalogue of wonders (arts) ~ the copyright in these sound recordings is owned by benjamin silva-pereira under exclusive licence to catalogue of wonders (arts), london ~


very special thanks to phirnis, c.cu, limnul, matteo marchisano-adamo, oorlab, synopsis decay, sardonico, ricardo v. pereira & tunedin52 >

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Track Name: chronotopeia 21 ~ the works of hands and bells [part 2]
camphor cinnamon myrrh
spider fabriquing silk web’s atom’s mazes
grass growing gently whispering violet blues
stone starring sculpture diaries
churches chewing chaps in hopeless devotions
windows wondering behind closed shutters
voices volcanoes dormant viperine vespers
in anger of silent sorrow:
i see the wheels spiraling into oblivion
roads to nowhere but names of sites,
camphor signals oboes of directions:
i see them going hallucinated
the young men of my age
to places
of dark ecstasy cellars, no-where to hide:
i see the wheels of despair on their hands
holding chords and tears, knowing nothing i forecast those aren’t my hands:
my music belongs to another within atmosphere,
solitude my music, steel cathedrals of silence,
stone vitriol turmoil
wind distorted sky.
i am a whisper.