Two literary dictums chart the discord between time, place, and memory. Thomas Wolfe informed us that we could never go back home. William Faulkner pronounced that the past is never dead, and not even past. Where we have been is at once omnipresent and unreachable. 

Attempts to return to the formative spaces where my identity was forged have made clear that these intersections between location and experience only truly exist for the briefest of moments. As these instants inevitably evaporate, their coordinates wander away from the realm of tangible things, and instead may only be plotted within the domain of metamorphic memory. Petrosyllabic Resonator II corrects for these distortions by using the spoken remnant of places remembered as a catalyst for the formation of new landscapes. 

Overlain by newly sifted topography, the sounding board hovers above a hardwood stratigraphy depicting the uppermost sediments underpinning the hills of Southern Ohio.

Dimensions: 32” x 32” x 14” 

Materials: spoken recollections on vinyl record, maple, mahogany, walnut, aluminum rods and feet, neodymium magnets (8 rings, 16 bars embedded in chamfered bezel), sand, 250W amp, 
4 tactile transducers