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Ask the ocean

2021, FAUN

'The ocean is a sensorium: it records the transformations of the earth in its complex dynamics, and it inscribes back into the forms of life its own cycles… 'John Palmesino and Ann-Sofi Rönnskog Can you imagine the sound of the resonant frequency of the earth? One fundamental tone, radiant with spectra of harmonics that rival the dance of magma in the volcanic eruption at Fagradalsfjal on the Reykjanes peninsula, Iceland 2021.

Ask the ocean. Anne Bourne The ocean is a sensorium: it records the transformations of the earth in its complex dynamics, and it inscribes back into the forms of life its own cycles… John Palmesino and Ann-Sofi Rönnskog1 ‘…to speak of the ocean is to speak of the world.’2 Taloi Havini Can you imagine the sound of the resonant frequency of the earth?3 One fundamental tone, radiant with spectra of harmonics that rival the dance of magma in the volcanic eruption at Fagradalsfjal on the Reykjanes peninsula, Iceland 2021. Can you imagine the sound of the complexity of sonic waves that is the expression of the deep ocean? Not just the waves, the sculpted white noise that we hear arriving at the surface of the littoral, the composite tone of all vibratory being within the harmonious ecosystem that is the ocean; the molecular songs, heartbeats of sea mammals, the clicking of crustaceans, waving fronds of anemone and kelp, diatoms transforming light Wave strikes and the emptiness of vast spaces of air that stir and glide are only the surface of knowing the ocean, thinking with the ocean Source of renewal for all bodies of water, saline and sweet a proprioceptive knowing emerges through proximity and submersion, with the memory of being unbound Each morning at first light I cycle to a hidden sandbar at Gibraltar Point sitting on a fallen driftwood tree, I listen for a very long time I perceive the rhythms of waves striking the sand in defiance of gravity, try to capture the water in midair just before it falls I learn to feel time, a cycle of unpredictable time a sensation that I feel in fields of abstract sound or when performing cello improvisations for listeners, in a room with architectural ambience Listening to the incremental seeking of water, to capture a moment in between moments I could see how the wave took form just before it touched https://www.territorialagency.com/oceansintransformation/oceans https://www.taloihavini.com/about 3 Pauline Oliveros asks this in her composition Primordial/Lift, 1998 1 2 Ask the ocean. Anne Bourne I would be a pearl diver I would dive for reflection be of the ocean breathe with the ocean Submerge in lithium fountains the gentle expression of the centre of the earth caress of minerals elemental being Suspended on light refractions from above harmonics of the geometries of wave patterns tectonic expressed flow the land masses, interruptions With the touch of my hands I descend to the absence of light in the deep I can breathe underwater Inspired by Da Vinci's Notebooks, I read curators notes at the Ufizzi how he learned to draw water by drawing water near waterfalls, pools and rivers, shores drawing in perception to know to embody to know from the inside well You know how I have spent many days observing wave patterns on shorelines as if they are scores for sound and being Asking bodies of water, ancestors in the hold, to know the interplay of harmonious difference when water touches land Measuring arrivals of waves through the metre of my footsteps When I listen, I don't hear the sculpted white noise of waves alone I hear tones of music and imagined marine heartbeats histories of uneven justice, thought and impulse as sound I compose from the geometric play of currents, the refraction of light off the surface, I know the ocean in this way— wave patterns a new measure of time What does it mean to reimagine the planet we inhabit as centred within the ocean? Out of undisciplined ontological conversations, John Palmesino suggests we map new trajectories outside of polities, rights that extend under the surface, Interests that confine and plunder marine life, claim rare mineral rights as commodities rather than habitats In the currents that define the ocean commons life giving trajectories are dreamed new thought patterns that align with the heart’s purpose The streams of knowing contained within meridians of bodies correspond to streams of interplanetary light The open sea beyond is now a safe place to imagine and hold belief systems of care Ask the ocean. Anne Bourne The shared space of the unknowable deep ocean contains our evolution The shared space of the unknowable deep ocean contains our evolution The shared space of the unknowable deep ocean contains our evolution 4 4 On the last day, after navigating steep coast, climbing turnstiles in and out of meadows, with ever present gales a far field sound of crashing waves causes my ears to sustain a prism of frequencies, I come upon a small sand shoreline, with rivulets of light the tide retreats. I lean down to pick up a sand dollar and recoil; the beach is strewn with translucent violet jelly fish, receiving the sun, and the sonic field. Ask the ocean. Anne Bourne With bathymetric5 topographies, satellite and submersible measurement we map toward new ways of being value systems of equanimity and listening, collaborative creativity fathomed in more than human song Sonar that echoes imagined sea mammals, calls to create submerged topographical visualization Is this one way of knowing? Is imagination a field of knowing, informed and limitless, created and renewed by all sensory perception? Until now the deep was unknowable Until now the deep was unknowable Until now the deep was unknowable Bioluminescent creatures we discover witnessed only in silent film extracted for analysis before they can be perceived or known Listened to After pressing him with the question ‘ What can you hear in the deep ocean?’ intrepid, world renowned submersible operator, Patrick Lahey describes to me how [after the four-hour descent to the ocean floor, after the portals have stopped weeping] he can turn off the electric motors, still breathe, and listen In a pause he retrieves one sound from memory, the shifting of sand I imagine hovering below the surface, listening to the vibratory sound of bioluminescent life He is measuring the hatch of a Triton submersible, against the dimensions of a cello I am listening on the ocean floor Anne Bourne is a composer, artist and writer. Anne listens. Gratitude to Territorial Agency, TBA21, Chalmers Foundation and Pauline Oliveros. [photos: Anne Bourne, Gibraltar point and Beara peninsula, Ireland] oceana. https://ocean-archive.org/view/1897 CC Anne Bourne 2021 5 https://ocean-archive.org/view/931