No Sound Is Lost

Edition of 100. Improvised & recorded inside an empty shipping container in the Norfolk Countryside in March 2023. Immediately outside of the container is a cattle field where two pairs of leaping hares stop to watch and listen before bounding off into the dusky undergrowth. A five hundred year old oak tree stands rooted and broad in the centre of the field and the nearby A146 road sends high pitched racer-boy revs across the fields. 
 Inside the 40ft container is another world. Up close it’s a non thing. A box. But inside, after the twist and crank of heavy door handles is a vast empty space where there shouldn’t be. All I want to do is play, to hit the sides with violin soundings, for them to ricochet among the metal grooves of this oversized shopping crate. The container holds the sound inside a room that shouldn’t be there.