NELLY KATE — STUDIO ARTIST

Expanded practice in sound treating access as a site for poetic 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

08 ~~~~~”...derelict in uncharted space...”
09 pink moon

10 Into the Ground, Into the Body


STATEMENT

My work is motivated by care and a desire to make space for public imagination. I’m interested in how provisional solutions can create a sense of belonging. This can look like on-the-fly audio descriptions, live captions, ad-hoc structures, and rearrangements of furniture.

My materials and methods are reflexive. I gravitate toward lo-fi mechanisms—such as reel-to-reel tape loops, transistor radios, photocopiers, and electronic synthesizers—because they reveal electromagnetic frequencies all around us. Their fluttering textures are like our complex embodiments, sensed differently by every being, from every position, in every moment.

The things I make are meant to invite connection, drift, rest, and a relinquishment of clock time. When all these factors converge, it’s ecstatic magic.


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H0ME • BIO • CV • ︎
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