Sanjo-Street

 

Sometimes my sounds just disappear. The daily cloud of noise carries them away, covering them, as it were, in order to integrate them and make them inaudible as part of themselves. But suddenly, a few moments later, they reappear, filling a free space conditioned by the randomness of the moment - a moment that they suddenly have for themselves in the context of all auditory events, as if released, without a before and after, right now.

These are the most interesting moments for me, because this process happens completely unexpectedly and then the ears open wide from one second to the next. Then the hearing is completely there, eagerly waiting to have a similar experience with another acoustic implant in another part of the street.

Kyoto, September 1994