Sarah Westwood
Sarah Westwood
I use memory and intuition as a source for my music, and am drawn toward mixed media/interdisciplinary projects, for dance, video, theatre, installation or concert works. I make both acoustic and electronic music, sometimes incorporating found objects and sounds. In my current research practice, I use the memory of composing for dance as a compositional process. This feedback results in a memory of a memory for new compositions ...
Sarah Westwood
composer//sound artist//musician
I use memory and intuition as a source for my music, and am drawn toward mixed media/interdisciplinary projects, for dance, video, theatre, installation or concert works. I make both acoustic and electronic music, sometimes incorporating found objects and sounds. In my current research practice, I use the memory of composing for dance as a compositional process. This feedback results in a memory of a memory for new compositions ...
Sarah Westwood
composer//sound artist//musician
The Artist's Kintsukuroi
With music composed by Sarah Westwood and poetry by Georgie Lorimer (Georgie's text is an interpretation of the biblical "Song of Solomon"), was performed on April 14, 2019 by Après L’Histoire at Constellation (Chicago).
The text is narrated and sung by Jenna Lyle, with Chris Wild conducting an instrumental comprised of:
Danielle Ray, violin
Joe Bauer, bass
Conner Ray, clarinet
William George, bassoon
Morgen Low, trumpet
Sean Holly, trombone
Alex Monroe, percussion
This composition was commissioned by Après L’Histoire in 2018 to celebrate the centennial anniversary of Igor Stravinsky's "L'Histoire du soldat."
Performances:
WP: 14/04/19 ensemble Apres L’Histoire // Constellations, Chicago
The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:3
Have you never settled down among the
orchard trees, striped gold with fruit and sunlight
just to wash in juices beading orb-like
from the heavy stamens of wild flowers?
These were planted trees, protected trees, cared
for by men in dungarees and polo
shirts of forest green not nature’s hollow
framework husks, stuffed raw with rot repairing.
Though I had not gone to find him there, when
he appeared through the scree, arising
like a fruit tree in the forest, frosted
with encrusting sugar, I again fell
to his warm, exotic shadow, breaking
that he might remould my embossed shell in gold.
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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my
beloued among the sonnes. I sate downe vnder his shadow
with great delight, and his fruit was sweete to my taste.
By Georgie Vivienne Lorimer, 2014