A woman in her 30s [Audio Flux 06]

What happens when the characters revolt against the writer? That's what happens in this meta-nightmare, where the protagonist literally calls out from the page to tell off the writer who keeps writing her dead. A piece that answers the question: how many settings and locations can you possibly pack within 3 minutes?

The piece was originally created to address Audio Flux 06's prompt "creative tension." It plays with the idea of using cinematic soundscapes to layer scenery and characters, jumping from one fictional setting to the next while giving us a glimpse of the writer's reality at the same time.

Photo by Sarah Yessenbayeva on Unsplash

What is Art, in all the wrong places?

Characters who can't always be trusted. Because they often don't see the difference between sound and noise, between countryside and abandoned building, between fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is my work.
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A woman in her 30s wearing a long white dress. With a dog.

They are walking along the beach. It is a glorious summer day. Children play and splash around.

We hear a phone ringing. It's her phone. She looks at the screen annoyed.

"Peter, for the last time!" - "Mary, they have found her!"

A woman in her 30s wearing smart civic clothing.

A woman in her 30s wearing smart city clothing. She just grabbed a takeaway coffee and is now

stepping outside into a busy city street. Suddenly, a buzz. A ring.

She looks annoyed, fumbles with the free hand and pulls a mobile phone from inside her bag.

She looks at the screen annoyed. "Peter, I told you that I don't want to..."

"Mary! It's about your sister! They've found her!"

We are in a call center. A dozen people wearing headphones with mic. Busy, busy office environment.

We zoom onto a woman in her 30s wearing a polo tshirt with a logo in the front. She's taking a new call.

"V.I.C.E. International. My name is Mary. How can I help you today?" "Mary, it's me!"

"Peter! If you call me one more time..." "Mary, they have found the body..."

The back of a woman who is walking alone on a dark street. It's night. It's raining.

The woman looks uneasy. She's almost running. From her handbag, a ring.

She pulls out a mobile phone, looks at the screen and decides not to answer. The phone rings again.

"Hello?" - "Bloody hell, Mary. Can you please stop writing me dead in your story?"