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i can see the music

i mentioned that last sunday i was attending a performance of my good friend eric boivin at the laboratoire phenomena event at the casa del popolo. he was accompanied by fellow sonic artist fourthousandblackbirds [not a literal description] and dom did a video piece to accompany the performance. i agreed to take some photos of the set for posterity, but i've noticed that the one point on which my still new camera struggles is with taking photos in low light without a flash.

since i didn't bring the big camera, i ended up with a lot of photos that were very out of focus and quite psychedelic. in fact, as i was working, i realised that the photos i was taking that were technically "bad" were actually way better than the sharper ones. which got me to playing around to make them even weirder.

in fact, when i saw what i'd done, i had to admit that the "bad" photos did a much better job of conveying the atmosphere of the performance.

so at dom's suggestion, i played around with some basic filters and amplified the weirdness of some of these images even more and now i'm sharing them with you. here is my visual experience of eric boivin + fourthousandblackbirds + dominic f. marceau live.



















clearly i should never be hired as a live photographer. but to be fair, this is what the set should have looked like, if you were able to point one eye backwards to look at the inside of your brain, while keeping the other pointing forward. 

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