Author Archives: pauloraposo

Walking alone generates embodied comprehension through non-intentional encounters with the dynamics of specific places, especially remote conversations. This is a personal interpretation of sound and conversations in which, I non deliberately, solely, insert myself. Credits Cellos – Louis Wilkinson ~ … Continue reading →

Flux of Fragments (voice/loops/electronics – Line Horneland) what would it take to be filled with light split divide in the middle open and become nothing everything would it take for my scream to become one with the silence A central … Continue reading →

I am listening in awe to surrounding environment. I wonder how I, as a human being, fit in? What is my place? How can “I” be an integral part of my environment by simply being “present”: here and  now _ … Continue reading →

 Where does it come from? The impulse, plucking my neural plexus, leaving behind open doors for the algorithm of consciousness to inscribe the new path. Memories compressed in cells’ membranes, wriggle, dissolve, combust and ripen. Nothing remains in your … Continue reading →

“The Borderguard’s path” was recorded in the Sumava forest between the Czech and German borders on the 2nd of January 2021. I set out to explore the sounds that can be heard inside some of the 1st and 2nd World … Continue reading →

DIVersa_Nula – Thelmo Cristovam (2020) As a sound artist living in brazil, i bear in mind the idea of broadcasting. Distances spray along different lines and overlapping spatial identities. but there are fixed spaces which identity and segment this vast … Continue reading →

after Constantine P. Cavafywith Steve Peters, Marco Scarassatti, Galina Sendrea, Jean-PhilippeRenoult, Paulo Raposo.

“The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid” once said  G. K. Chesterton. Language can be described often both as “flower of the mouth” or a deadly virus, evil … Continue reading →

This work is an attempt  to recreate the sound memories of the encounters and situations lived and experienced in the journeys between the islands of San Vicente and San Antão, in Cabo VerdeThe Ferry Boat provides the transport between these … Continue reading →

Wherever the earth is crag and scrub, the goats are there—the black ones, girlishly skipping, leaping their little leaps from rock to rock. I’ve loved their nerve and frisk since I was small. Once my grandfather gave me one of … Continue reading →