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Rie Nakajima + David Toop "Is Spring A Sculpture?" [CD + Book]

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36ページのブックレットが付属する傑作音源!!多くの説明は不要、1960年代後半よりサウンドアートを中心に実に幅広い分野で活動してきた英国ロンドンの音楽家にして作家の重鎮David Toop、過去に当店にてパフォーマンスを披露した事があるロンドン拠点の女性サウンドアーティストRie Nakajima氏、長年の友人である二者が初めて共同制作した音源[Is Spring A Sculpture]。行動が制限されていたロックダウン期間中の経験より生み出された"思考の彫刻"を反映させた作品であり、二者が操る自作装置やらガラクタ、楽器より放たれる音を小気味良い混沌サウンドとして記録した超傑作。長方形のブックレットにCDを同梱した、毎度の如く美しい仕上がりのパッケージ。



Matte laminate, monochrome printed and embossed sleeve with insert card. 36 page book with exclusive text by the artists, documents and photographs.

A Note from David Toop
These are two conversations we had by emails when we all had to stay inside quietly five years ago. 

We have always enjoyed chatting on art, music, food and shared what we observed in life since we met but this period of lockdown, we couldn’t see each other so somehow we found a way to continue this habit.

Also, this extreme situation persuaded us to be ’thoughtful’ and ‘creative’ not in a normal or natural way. Though the way we try to be thoughtful and creative is always with humour and laughter.

This part is so important in what we share through art and music. Like sculpture, like music. Some thoughts in spring.

Emerging in spring we made a studio recording. Many things had floated away in the time of lockdowns and isolation. Other things became fixed in unfamilar ways. It's a long time since Lucy Lippard wrote about the dematerialisation of the art object but it seems that the word 'sculpture' still has connotations of a solid thing, with weight and mass.

Early on in our conversations, maybe 12 years ago, we thought about this word and its weight. What if sculpture was just a duration, an empty cup held in the hand until it disappears, leaves that fell from a tree in autumn, a collection of sounds that one person heard but the other person ignored, a closed suitcase full of objects and then later on the suitcase has been opened and the objects have been stuck to a window, or a season and its transitions, its colours and scents, its feeling of vigour and renewal. The thoughts were sculptures, you could say, but you couldn't touch them.