Transdisciplinary practice centering access through sound, language, and the poetics of translation. 


01 The Difference

02 nowisthe
03 Nevermind
04 FutureFluid

05 [Untitled] 6 Cylinders

06 I Hear You, But I Can’t Hear You
07 Transistors in Translation


My work is about our perception of place, as shaped by personal history, the built environment, and sound. Through installations and itinerant walks, I explore expanding time, breaking and remaking meaning, and cultivating ecstatic magic.

I express the confounding nature of my own deafness by transforming space to generate sensations in and around the body. Audible and inaudible tones are manifest as vibrations and translations for hearing and Deaf audiences via interactive sculptures, speaker + screen arrays, videos, and ambient loops.

In order to make the symbols in my work logically accessible, I often print patterned and coded visual companions for these sonic experiences. I am exploring the ways in which refusal of canonical psychogeography, and psychoacoustics might lead to an alt-horizon. I employ lo-fi mechanisms, such as A/V cassette recordings, radio frequencies, Xerox collages, stop-motion animations, and electronic synthesizers. These tactile materials illuminate the terrestrial and electromagnetic phenomena which our bodies sense but cannot readily name.

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NELLY KATE 04 — NOV 2020



Using cymatics, I visualize low, inaudible frequencies to generate patterns. These are satisfying as ASMR, and they create visually accessible sound work for communicating across difference. The silence in the room invites the viewer to lose themselves in the imagery and sensation of time expanding.


Annie encourages reorientation and fluidity through object and space relation. We share a vision for a multiplicity of converging routes with room to host all beings in every orientation and sense. Through this installation, this desire is translated into wood, clay, sound frequencies, and projections. When presented in combination, the forms literally splash together, priming a proposal for fluid futures.
Grappling with crumbling futures that propel us backwards onto an agonizing present, we may realize that the place we are falling toward is no longer grounded, nor is it stable. It promises no community, but a shifting formation. Hito Steyerl

Annie Meyer