We’ve is a body.

I was walking alongside a river in a large city. Things scatter – they do. Ribbons another word for air and the lifting effect of objects and light and sound. In 2004, we’re in 2004, not ancient or paltry, not long limbed but surely rigorous. One of those scruffy dogs pass, one of those scruffy dogs pass – then sniffs at the base of that tree. That the tree was there all along as a score. We could only see part of the tree until we could see part of the tree again.

We’ve started as a text that has become the platform for much of my sound work in the past decade. I propose/offer language as a container of experience and the possibility of experience- moving towards texts, sounds, performances, livenesses. If language is a storage medium, a generative source, a body, the texts in We’ve are scores in varying degrees of articulation and abstraction, trees or images of trees or poems about trees – ones I listen to each time I create a work. I “read” it, and also read it and re-read it in configurations, knotty constellations, archers and water bearers, miegakure. A body and a body’s exertions and exhalations and facts can be improvised from, hiding in plain sight, corporeal, ephemeral. We are shape bearers. What you couldn’t know.

What you could know. The first hands passing through volcanic ash in Tugen Hills. This body moving through a doorway of flowers in Mexico, that body lifting a bucket of fish guts at noon in Korea.