WEATHERSCAPES ATLAS

Weatherscaping is a research and sound practice on connecting bodies of living beings, on common attunement. It echoes how, in chaos theory, the smallest interaction (a butterfly flapping its wings) can echo and reverberate in bigger turbulences (i.e. causing a tornado). Within this sonic landscape, made of the field recordings of lost landscapes, while listening, just by breathing you are composing a third new landscape out of ghosts, echoes of lost ecosystems, and our continuous exchange of particles with the world.
We are spectators of present ruins/future ghosts and composers of present ghosts/future ruins of a suspended weatherscape, flowing beneath the molecules we breathe and the clouds forming above our heads. This weatherscape of bits and atoms, connects us to each other. The process of entangling the human identity by composing a sonic constant symphony of attunement is the initial wing-flap echoing within the awareness of a belonging to complex adaptive system that transcends the sole human being (ego-tistical) scale in favour of a eco-systemic one. The shift from BEING in the weather to be a weather being.

Instructions:

i. Play Weatherscaping.wav

ii. Navigate freely the Atlas, between the Cloud Swimming observation notes and sounds’ metadata.

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While listening, get lost in the metadata of the track. The sounds are a collection of lost echoes of what happens at the same time under clouds’ swimming boundaryless above our heads. A collection of sounds that are connected one to the other, as molecules of water connects the biosphere through the hydrological cycle. Between the fragments of metadata (taken form Radio Aporee), an observation of three hours of clouds, passing over our common and individual identities, while we entangle our data, our breaths and our dreams.

Weatherscaping is a research and sound practice on connecting bodies of living beings, on common attunement. It echoes how, in chaos theory, the smallest interaction (a butterfly flapping its wings) can echo and reverberate in bigger turbulences (i.e. causing a tornado). Within this sonic landscape, made of the field recordings of lost landscapes, while listening, just by breathing you are composing a third new landscape out of ghosts, echoes of lost ecosystems, and our continuous exchange of particles with the world.

We are spectators of present ruins/future ghosts and composers of present ghosts/future ruins. The process of entangling the human identity by composing a sonic constant symphony of attunement is the initial wing-flap that implies echoing within the awareness of a belonging to complex adaptive system that transcends the sole human being (ego-tistical) scale in favour of a eco-systemic one. The shift from BEING in the weather to be a weather being.

CLOUD SWIMMING

An exercise of Weatherscaping. ¹

An observation session on the gaseous state of matter.

Conditions: 3pm, February Afternoon. Light Blue Sky, Clouds in flashes. Length of the exercise: 3 hours with up-and-downs of attention span, pauses for the eyes to rest and to write down the observed variations.
The sky passes above us, while we are closed in boxes that block our view, and suddenly the windows seem like the only way out.
Of some soft masses, I don’t understand if they are made up of greyer parts or are their shadows.

The shadow of the clouds.
Gradually, all levels of the sky are distinguished. We flatten reality into infinite scrolling on a flat screen, but the sky has infinite depth.
The endlessly frayed edges of the clouds no longer appear white after a while. The clouds move very fast.

Something deep and very high at the same time. Without warning, the drawings of an imperceptible and unexpected rain appear on the ground. I’ve lost count of how many clouds there are.
What is made of light and what is not. Who touches your grey areas and who wears wool hats.

now, a meeting of waves, like a satellite photo imprinted in blue, which isn’t blue, but we perceive it as such. How strange, some human beings have their portals to the world the colour of the sky, the colour of the sea, and others the colour of the ponds, the woods and all the organic living things that make up this planet. in 16 x 16 billion shades.

A background of clouds that look like the traces left by the waves on the sand. Imprinte (Impresse) and imprints that overlap an imperceptible scythe.
The sun reflects on your feathers and the blonde highlights of your hair and then you take off without thinking, and that’s why you fly so well. I know that we are under the same blanket of atmospheric layers that envelops us, and I feel when you reach out and think of me. I practice searching for the moon in the afternoon sky, even if it’s 3.25pm.

Nothing happened, I just stared at the clouds for all the hours of light I was given today. And everything happened, in this stasis, everything moved, a quadrant of the sky moved and is reflected on your wings, which have always been spread.

Only now do I realize that my grandfather carried in his eyes all the clouds that allowed him to always be a clear sky and a natural bastion in an airy perspective.
Today nothing happened, I just looked at the clouds for hours, and everything happened.
(Maybe, I’m better at resonating with clouds than with people.)

The sun passes through the feathers, and I think it is not a question of free will but of a stubborn idea that our human brains can explain the world without caring about the empty universes of which we are the accumulation in dense points.
If you are an antenna for the universe, you feel confused if too many electromagnetic storms overlap between you in the sky, as if you were a jinn ² lost between the centuries and created from energy and vaporous matter.

Maybe it’s inside where you have to fill the space before you start emptying it. Gradually, fade away.
Cirrus, Cumulus, Layers.
First the Cumulus, then the layers.
Nothing has changed, everything has changed. Pupils of the air, under the same layers of pm10, which make our horizons orange and carcinogenic, but in the end, from one hemisphere to the other they enter our lungs and make us permeate each other.

// End of the exercise.

Footnotes

1. This exercise is a spontaneous series of direct observations after the months of research based on other authors’ reflections and articles. On field. ↩
2. Jinn=Djinn, Genius ↩