The Great Lockdown of 2020 inspired chorister & pianist Louisa Billeter to undertake an epic piano project, recording a piano piece every day for a year and sharing the results each day on social media. This stunning effort led to a new project… combining Louisa’s interests of piano, photography and native Australian plants.
In this article we will learn of the path that led Louisa to ‘Waratah and others’ and look forward to an ongoing series of articles to accompany her on the journey as it unfolds, at its own perfect pace.
Sandor Katz, the respected fermentation revivalist, asserts that the art of fermenting food is a metaphor for cultural and political activism – a process of creating new and compelling forms from the status quo. While that’s obviously true, for me the activity of fermenting simple ingredients to make something good and nutritious to eat, also has a contemplative quality too.
A while back, I put a sticker on my looper pedal that reads “I am stupid” (referring to the pedal). I can admit now, it was a pretty passive-aggressive move.
John Shapter, performing as Headzic is the ‘accidental musician’, developing his ambient music style through clinical practice and mindful therapies.
Such a sparsely populated environment as the Mojave desert has clearly been a huge influence on Harold Budd’s style, which contains classical and jazz elements, though probably hews more closely to the modern ambient template (Budd prefers the term ‘soft pedal’).
It is truly fascinating and an incredible privilege to witness the creation of art, to see the work offer itself to the artist, to see how the artist gives the work to the world, and how the work shapes the artist.
Jessica Mallock has entrusted us to view this journey in the development of her ‘Outbreaths’ series.
The third and final piece in this series of mindful poems from Debbie Lewis – ‘Stop’.
Six months ago, I was sat in my bedroom at my University in a deep depression. However, this felt completely different than the suffocating feeling I’d ever felt before, it felt peaceful. Like I was one with the universe, reality felt so slow. So, while blasting ‘K.’ By Cigarettes After Sex’, tears streaming down my face, I wrote the following…
As a child, I roamed a landscape I realise now I very much took for granted. Nestled in a village on the Kent/Sussex border, we had little money but an immense amount of physical freedom; fields and forests stretched for miles, and the uniquely invigorating breathlessness found in the wind atop the crumbling cliffs of Birling Gap was only a short drive away.
The second in a series of three mindful poems from Debbie Lewis. More of the wonderful observation that we saw in ‘Down by the water’.