Art, in all the wrong places

A lone figure moves through Venice with a hidden recorder, gathering voices and sounds from strangers who have no idea they are being captured. Part field recordist, part outsider, part something harder to name — this is a first-person account of listening as compulsion, observation as survival, and sound as the only thread connecting someone to a world they no longer quite belong to.

For Cities and Memory

What is Art, in all the wrong places?

You can't always trust my characters, because they often get confused between sound and noise, countryside and abandoned building, fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is, unmistakably, my work.
AIR Member. www.cristinamarras.com