NELLY KATE — STUDIO ARTIST

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


CONTENTS


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


STATEMENT

My work is about perception of place as shaped by the built environment and sound. Intersecting Queer, Deaf, Southern, and Hispanic culture I focus upon cultivating ecosystems of inclusion to make way for public imagination.

I blend sophisticated responsive technology with lo-fi mechanisms like cassette tapes, stop-motion animations, radio frequencies, Xerox prints, and electronic synthesizers. These tactile materials illuminate the terrestrial and electromagnetic phenomena which our bodies sense but cannot readily name.

Through multi-sensory installation I explore expanding time, breaking and remaking meaning, and cultivating ecstatic magic. At the core of my practice is the idea that imagination is foundational to building the world of our dreams and that we need as many people as possible accessing their imaginations to create inclusive communities.



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NELLY KATE 04 — NOV 2020

FUTUREFLUID

ANNIE MEYER COLLABORATION



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.


TIME IS ECSTATIC. 

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


WOOD & CERAMIC SCULPTURES
Annie Meyer