A lovely, personal reflection on the role of sound in the memory of place.
Marcel Proust “Swann’s Way”.
Months after returning home I listened to an assortment of my field recordings from Venice. During the listening process I was surprised at the abundance of memories that emerged, several of which were not directly related to the exact moment or place of the recording.
Memory is unreliable. We recontextualise the past according to what we know and feel today. We use photographs as…
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