Tape on sand and rocks signaling tide
becoming cross current


Ray's machine moving ashore signaling
surf becoming sand


Bubbles on sand signaling ocean becoming beach

Grass on mic signaling wind becoming dune

Marconi Beach, Wellfleet, MA.
11.4.05-11.5.05

Audio documentation was aired live on WOMR 92.1 Provincetown Community Radio January 27, 2006

see the exhibition info on the WOMR site here

download the press release here.

Marconi beach, the site of the first transatlantic transmission of radio signals from the United States to Great Britain, is not a noun. It’s a verb.  It’s always in the process of becoming, unfolding, forming, re-forming.  Our project uses radio and web transmission to make something material and palpable out of the invisible forces and processes of the beach’s emergence.

We designed several Marconi Machines to be activated by the forces that shape and shift Marconi beach: light, air, water, temperature, and sound. 

We placed the machines at various edges of the beach’s “becomings:” places where the ocean, dunes, waves, winds, light, shadows, temperature, sounds, silences, were becoming and becoming else.

We fitted some of the Marconi Machines with sound recording devices.  As the forces that create the beach (winds/waves/sand/grass) set our devices in motion, we recorded the radio and audio signals that they produced.

Radio and web audiences for our project receive audible traces of Marconi beach’s continuous materialization and dematerialization.  We invite audiences to project their imaginations along these audible traces—not back to Marconi Beach as it was, but out to the beach’s, and their own, continuous emergence.

see more documentation here.

           

They found themselves winding around the last curve in the road, finally they were here again. They had traveled a great distance to return to this place alive with the forces of wind, water, sand, and light. They had been drawn back here because of them.

 

 

 

 

 

They brought all they could possibly carry between the two of them--bags and bags of heavy machines designed for recording and documenting. They struggled down the wooden stairs with their load.

 
When they reached the bottom they looked up. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Everything around them was bathed in a glimmering white light. They were in awe, it was unlike anything they had seen before. The space was filled with thousands of sounds coming from the constantly rolling waves.
It was perfect.

They spilled their belongings onto the sand and instantly set to work building, scattering and setting up the machines. They moved with urgency, sensing how remarkable these conditions were and how quickly they could pass.

 

After some time, the machines they brought began to transmit light, sounds and movements. They signaled of the intimate exchanges occurring between them and the forces present and alive here, the forces that continuously compose and recompose the landscape each moment to the next, day after day. For two days the visitors listened to sounds they had never heard before and saw things they could have not have imagined possible.

 

 
At some point they realized that everything felt different than when they first arrived. The landscape no longer looked familiar. It was now late in the day, and they realized that hours had passed without them sensing it. A stillness washed over them, but the landscape became pure movement.

They packed their machines and collected their belongings in silence. As they trudged through the sand, they felt themselves moving through a landscape now filled with unnameable forces, forces they could have never predicted and could never capture.

They looked across those felt forces, at each other. They had both discovered AND helped to create something that they could not explain.