Interface Cult


by Kevin Blackistone (US)
What distances do we keep between ourselves and others? How do we vary our movements in response to them? What dimensional requirements do we maintain in our personal environment? These questions have become strangely and newly manifest throughout the past year’s safety protocols and lockdowns. Here, they are condensed into a form of radial rotary music box responding to the distances of those entering, while sonically expanding their presence to occupy an acoustic space larger than their physical forms.