Time moves along in a backward manner, things unfold differently then we are used to thinking that they should. Like the old woman, withered and fragile, but with time regains strength, appearing to grow younger. Instead this time, an old man is brought into the world. Out from the womb, old and delicate, already with his wife beside him. Wrinkles covering his limbs and face. He cannot remember his past, or where he has come from. His life unfolds, old with years of knowledge in his head.
He lives his life in reverse from the normal people surrounding him, his marriage, him in the workplace, his life as a college student. High school is a short four years, elementary school, and young childhood. He leaves the world even more helpless then when he had entered it, 76 years prior. His skin pink, smooth, his body small and even more delicate then before, he is an infant, unable to even speak a word. His children now caring for him, holding his head as they cradle his body, changing his diaper every time he cries out from being wet. . He leaves this world, his coffin not much bigger then a shoe box.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
about my rough,,,
over the weekend, i hope to be able to re rerecord some sounds, that may help the listener get a better idea of the idea im trying to convey. Ill work on playing with the volumes of different tracks at different points in time, allowing the listener to get a complete image in his or her head, of what its like to live with three other girls, in a very small space.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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