Whispering Winds

Last year I started making this bonkers music video art piece. I guess maybe you'd categorise it as a performance piece to video but really I was just pissing about in my living room getting all antsy with the adhD and finding an outlet with a bottle of wine and some wierd ideas. What I really wanted to do was sing a song and I'd been biiiiIIIiingIInng Aldous Harding so obvs wanted to do something in her style but the PROBLEM is that I can't play any instruments bc my wee fingers hurt from geetar strings. Anywho this AI generating tool can't make instrumental songs so instead it make a vocal song where the lyrics actually are instructions on how to write a song in the style of Aldous Harding (meta). I popped on me cowboy hat coz it fit the vibe then got my kiddos baby dolly and played at being a mum and then accidentally made some wierd Clockwork Orange type character dancing in a bathtub. I'm a thinker through making, right (learnt that recently...fuck essays now or maybe not who cares?) and as I was making this I was like oooh yh baby, layers. Gender, AI, m*therhood... it's all. kinda. not. real. it's. all. kinda. performance. Then I got to thinking about how loadsa people think AI is evil but ya know, it's not a human. It can't be evil. It's artificial. and i really love the idea that in this AI 'world' anything can be anything. nothing actually exists. i can be a coyBOY and a lady MOTHER and a wierd androgynous ugly eerie thing and no one aint gonna tell me SHIT. I worked in some audio at the end that I recorded when little R was a tidgy lil baby and we were walking round a big echoey space at the Tate Modern and feeeEEeeling out our voices. It felt good to inject some of actual real (not thinky real) bits of my life into this as a wee like juxtaposition but also in a way, its just as eerie if not more so. It makes me feel a bit sad watching this which is funny to be bc it's also silly as fuck and stupid but summit about making it and watching feels... important somehow? cheers then, bye!