The Nights That Taught Me to Listen
An apprenticeship in New York recording studios, and a way of listening carried home across the Atlantic.
Villa Borghese, Winter
An afternoon in Villa Borghese with Michele Malea, his Rolleiflex, and the sape. Photographs taken when the instrument quietly began becoming part of who I was.
The Sape I Brought Home
Watching Mathew Ngau Jau carve an instrument from timber, and understanding I was entering into a relationship with its maker, its place, and its tradition.
The sound of rooms
Visiting the Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna with a microphone, discovering that a building performs continuously and holds every voice that has risen into it.
Incense smoke in Hanjiang
Photographs from the ancestral hall and a reflection on why ritual is often understood only after leaving home.
The Quiet Practice
Rediscovered photographs of an apartment where I painted almost every evening, and the realisation that the gold leaf and sacred figures were already there, long before the ancestral work began.