When I was at uni as an undergrad we did alot of work with found sound. It was very trendy and contemporary at the time. We’d find tunnels to tape the echo. We’d hook up electronics under mats so foot falls would be picked up as people walked over. We then combined our sounds in an app to get truly unique sound scores. These are the sounds I heard today.
If you listen closely on the breeze you’ll hear all different sounds. I hear some cars. I hear a plane, a helicopter goes round.
Meanwhile a constant hum of traffic from a bridge close by, blends with an echoed honking as a boat sends out it’s cry.
There’s the chinking sound of broken glass much like a drummer’s score, blends with a chair someone upstairs just dragged across the floor.
This is my urban symphony. Each has a role to play. This is my urban symphony. It is my everyday.
Trains are a community of strangers making regular urban journeys. There is the to and thro as the train lurches back and forth. People hang on, people lean against walls. The lucky ones get a seat. This sketch is looking at the main entry to the carriage facing toward the front of the train. It was sketched from upstairs. You can tell as I am looking down on some peoples heads. It was in March 2015 in the afternoon peak. You can tell that it is neither hot nor cold. We are making our way south on an express train to suburbs like Wolli Creek, Hurstville, Jannali, and Sutherland. I will arrive at Sutherland station about 6.45pm for the final commute by bus to my final destination.
With my train sketches I use movement lines and words. The excerpt to the left below is a mans hand holding a newspaper and hanging onto one of the handles that are attached to the ceiling. As the train goes around the corner the handle moves. The two separate lines to the right of that handle show that movement.
With words I describe what I see. There are several on this train sketch including “short white denim”, “man talking to lady”, “senior”
The monotone robot voice “this train will stop at…North Sydney”. Clackety clack clackety clack is what I hear as the morning train makes it’s way over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I am struck by the solid stance of a health care worker with her badge dangling off her uniform in the main carriage. A girl in school uniform is about to get off when the train arrives.
I sketch basic lines to show the directions that eyes are facing. Not caught up in the detail. This is a basic drawing technique used when artists begin deciding on facial features.
Personal space of train travellers. Everyone relaxes into a pose to keep them upright should the train jolt. This guy leans with the right shoulder against the wall with his Hurley backpack.
My sketches are done then and there. No photos are taken. This means that you generally have to expect that the subject will be getting off at the next station. This person is at the door. The next station is 2 minutes away. So glad I was able to catch that hunkered look. I find that characteristic in a few of my sketches. Love it.