“I dream of my ancestors. I dream of a roof that does not leak” – Elina Makhubela I had wondered, attending a family memorial in the Timbavati bushveld in South Africa, what kind of spirit was left in the family as the older generation passed away. So much had happened that was tragic and disconnected. […]
Journal
Undone
Corn Field, Ercourt, France – Tessa Brinckman This summer I spent a two week residency at Centre Pompadour, a neo-feministe haven, where I wrote the first nine minutes of music, Box | Grown Men Sing. Endless hours of being buried in loops of electronics and bass flute necessitated walks around the farmlands in this part […]
All The Way Up To The Sky
“….When the trains arrived, at three in the morning, that was the worst time for us. You hear the brakes screeching and you hear the people’s footsteps, and the kapos with the dogs pushing them forward. When the dogs howl, it goes all the way up to the sky…” “…..every time I come back to […]
