Find patterns. Create patterns. Sit with repetition for longer than you want.

SUBMISSION BY MAXINE FLASHER-DÜZGÜNEȘ \\ 12.8.2020

the pattern of the window pane
its hues unpredictable
a dancer between blurred and seen

SUBMISSION BY BRIAN THORSTENSON/PEPPER \\ 4.5.2020

Sheltering in place. And above. Walking circles on my rooftop. The pattern of the wood, the predictable of my converse. 

SUBMISSION BY RED-COR (CORINA ANDRIAN) \\ 3.31.2020

I am often fascinated and intrigued by how repetition can affect a person and where it can lead if provoked or exhausted until it deforms. I call this process losing form in order to gain form and I take inspiration from the ordinary, the mundane, how the smallest of things we take for granted can be a starting point for creation.

Becoming instinctual and primal again is something we can’t do every day out in public. When we have the littlest of escape, our minds wander freely and surrender to such wild frenzies, to become one with a light of hope. We influence and are influenced by our surroundings and sometimes we get stuck in a behavioral loop. We become art installations. The greatest quality of the art installation is repetition. Only upon exhaustion can the human body become tender enough to welcome space for creation.

The videos follow an exploration for the need to dispossess the self and shut down for a little, a much needed temporary “death” to recalibrate. The power of repetition lies in the echoes it leaves behind.

SUBMISSION BY FLOWERSKIN (AKA Dave Lynch) \\ 3.21.2020

One thing that has always worked. The one thing that can always put me in a good mood. Since I was a child, the pentatonic major scale walk can lift me out of whatever miasmic fog I may find myself in, or make a particularly good day even gooder.

Theres nothing like the pattern of that walk, and when a guitarist breaks from that pattern momentarily to revel in the joy of a brief solo. Its like coca cola. Always tastes the same, but I can't get enough of it.

With that in mind I present to you a piece of music titled Number One.

The drums are a looped sample. More repetition.

The bass line and all guitars are live recordings. It took several takes of each to get it right, so I sat in these each of these patterns for a while.

I hope you all enjoy listening to this, as much as I did making it. And perhaps it can soothe your soul the way it does mine.

SUBMISSION BY ERIN MEI-LING STUART \\ 3.18.2020

"Perfection is for assholes" - Taylor Mac

Playing with this prompt made me think about how technique = repeatability. To be technically proficient is to be able to produce and reproduce with accuracy and control. I've never been much of a technician. I have never even approached the neighborhood of Perfection. It not a place I visit and I certainly don't live there. (No one does, right? Short term rentals only.) 

So, this is a sort of meditation on sloppy repetition. On letting mistakes have their moment and then evaporate without further consideration. On evolution by accident. Just like actual evolution! Except without making eyeballs and bipeds, &tc.

SUBMISSION BY SAM BARNUM \\ 3.18.2020