Soundwalk

Some crows and unknown birds were heard, water running, fountains. The sound of leather footwear rubbing against the stone floor continues. Adults laughing, children crying, the sound of scooters scraping against rocks from left to right. Sound builds a space. During the walk, the landscape is no longer seen by the eyes, but heard with the ears. I can’t see it, but I see it all. The sudden cawing of the crows was the loudest sound I heard, and the quietest sound was the ongoing conversation of three or two picnickers in the distance. The sound of my footsteps during the walk acted as a background sound and elaborated on the story, showing the effect of shifting the scene and setting the stage for the arrival of the different sounds that followed. In the end I think the most thunderous sound I encountered during the sound walk was the buzzing of a bee circling around my head, and the faintest was the sound of the wind rubbing against the leaves.