Why do I want to participate?
I'm a classically trained singer and a mostly self taught fibre artist.
The most exquisitely pure High C I've ever heard, the one that transports me into shivers of ecstasy when I hear a diva sing it at the emotional climax of an aria is another person's equivalent of fingers on a blackboard.
My children are shocked by the annoyance I feel when I hear the remix of their pop songs on the radio. The incessant beat and repeating snippets of music drive me crazy.
Relatives beg us not to give their children noisy toys or instruments yet I was never irritated by my kids' rattles, buzzers and bells and I thrill every time they practise violin.
Much of the work I do involves the obscuring of text. I take pure unfiltered communication and turn it into the equivalent of visual noise.
I'm curious to see how these prompts will affect my practise. When I make improvisational quilts and journal pages, are the results just messy or are they art?
I huddled under the blankets breathing deeply to stave off the nausea. Alone with my illness I was fortunate to have company in the house.
My husband works from home and I delight in being able to hear him go about his day. Each sound he makes while working, eating, bathing or tending to the children and the dog fills me with love, peace and appreciation.
Appreciation both for him and for my sense of hearing.
Inspired by the first Noise Project prompt, I’ve been listening to the sounds of Toronto, trying to decide if they constitute noise, and thinking about what noise means to me.
Toronto can be very grey this time of year and the sounds have the same dull and continuous roar that I associate with that colour. It also has a tremendously vibrant and varied ethnic population and many of the spoken words that stick out of this aural landscape are in languages I don’t speak or understand.
Please visit my full response to this challenge at http://thirdgirlfromtheright.blogspot.ca/2013/03/the-noise-of-toronto.html