凯蒂·帕特森
كاتي باترسون
케이티 패터슨
ケイティパターソン
Кэти Патерсон

Langjökull, Snæfellsjökull, Solheimajökull

source: katiepaterson

Sound recordings from three glaciers in Iceland, pressed into three records, cast, and frozen with the meltwater from each of these glaciers, and played on three turntables until they completely melt. The records were played once and now exist as three digital films. The turntables begin playing together, and for the first ten minutes as the needles trace their way around, the sounds from each glacier merge in and out with the sounds the ice itself creates. The needle catches on the last loop, and the records play for nearly two hours, until completely melted.
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source: telemachusunedited

In 1857 Édouard-Léon Scott de Martinville obtained a patent for the phonautograph. Scott was a printer and bookseller and was interested in perfect stenography. He was looking for a way to record conversations without omissions. In other words, he imagined his phonautograph, as the word implies, as an audio self-writing machine. It never occurred to him that the process could be reversed and the record of the conversation turned back into sound. (Other people were thinking about this, but the world would have to wait for Edison for this to become reality.)
The technology to turn the records the phonautograph made back into sound did not exist until 2008. This is Scott de Martinville recording himself singing Au Clair de la Lune in 1860:

Sometime in this century, Katie Paterson came up with an ingenious art project. She recorded the sound made by three glaciers in Iceland (Langjökull, Snæfellsjökull, Solheimajökull). The sound was pressed into three records made of melted and refrozen ice from each respective glacier. And the ice records were played on turn tables until they melted.

Literally, the sound of the glacier ice melting and moving:
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source: inhabitat

If the Earth growls, then glaciers beat-box. In an installation called Langjökull, Snæfellsjökull, Solheimajökull, artist Katie Paterson created three records out of glacier ice and then played them until they melted. The progression of the warbling watery sounds and liquefying flux were documented on film to create, in song, what would become the only physical record of these glaciers’ former existence.

Paterson’s ice records are formed from melted glacier water frozen into the shape of playable records. The ice records themselves start out as flat, glittering surfaces, and are then slowly scarred and dissolved by the needle and the warm air, creating unique sounds that recall rushing water, mixed with crystalline tinkling, and topped off with some old-school needle-scratches – a veritable Kid n’ Play on an Arctic shelf. In our opinion you couldn’t find a better metaphor for modern culture’s slow destruction of the planet than this remix.

The Independent declared Paterson one of Britain’s Most Creative Young Talents. Her other works include a phone you could call a glacier with (and yes, hear it melt), and a “moonbulb,” built in collaboration with scientists to recreate moonlight.
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source: art-linkslivejournal

Это не характерный для данного сообщества пост, но очень интересный, как пример contemporary art.
Katie Paterson записала звуки издаваемые тремя Исландскими ледниками: Langjökull, Snæfellsjökull and Solheimajökull. Запись проводилась на “пластинку” сделанную изо льда. “Пластинку” воспроизводили в течении двух часов пока она не расстаяла.
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source: stuttgarter-zeitung.

Die britische Künstlerin Katie Paterson hat den Sound dreier isländischer Gletscher aufgenommen (des Langjökull-, Snæfellsjökull- und des Solheimajökull-Gletschers). Anschließend hat sie die Tonaufnahmen auf Eis-Schallplatten pressen lassen, die aus dem abschmelzenden Eis der Gletscher hergestellt wurden. Die Platten wurden auf drei Plattenspielern abgespielt und es dauerte zwei Stunden, ehe sie vollständig geschmolzen waren.
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source: showcasethebluebusnl

Mijn bureau opruimen vind ik al lastig, maar mijn harde schijf opruimen lukt me helemaal niet. Als ik aan de computer zit, lees ik het liefst blogs, bekijk filmpjes op YouTube, lees mijn FaceBook prikbord en luister naar podcasts. Als ik de tijd en rust heb, maak ik dan wat aantekenigen of download de dingen die ik wil bewaren. Ik download niet veel, maar als ik wat leuks tegenkom, dump ik het ergens in een mapje. Met als gevolg honderden mapjes met nog-uit-te-zoeken jpg’ s en mp3’s. Het verwerken van de mail probeer ik tussendoor te doen, maar ik doe liever andere dingen. Ik heb me nooit aangeleerd om consequent mails te beantwoorden, dus staan er meer dan duizend onbeantwoorde berichten op mijn computer. Ik heb een lief die in haar inbox nooit meer dan tien mailtjes heeft staan, terwijl zijn per dag tien keer meer post ontvangt dan ik. Ik krijg er zelden meer dan tien, maar dat is al veel meer dan ik aankan. Terwijl het vaak geweldige mails zijn. Vandaag kreeg ik dit opgestuurd.

De bedoeling is dat u dertig seconden naar het rode puntje op de neus van de dame staart en vervolgens naar een witte muur kijkt en met uw ogen knippert. Verbazingwekkend! In plaats van mail te beantwoorden, ga ik vanavond een lezing voorbereiden die ik op zondag 26 februari mag houden voor het GWA. De werktitel is “Inkt & vinyl”. Die heeft Fake Booij bedacht, die ook een souvenirboekje wil maken met afbeeldingen van de dingen waar ik het over wil gaan hebben. Het moet een praatje-met-plaatjes worden en de aanleiding is het Paper Record Bags boekje dat ik met Fake voor Flesch heb gemaakt. Een van de onderwerpen waar ik het over wil hebben is het project van Katie Paterson uit 2007. Ze nam het geluid van drie ijsbergen in IJsland op, maakte daar drie grammofoonplaten van ijs van en speelde die af tot ze gesmolten waren. En daarvan maakte ze weer een DVD.

Dezelfde Katie Paterson maakte ook een sterrenkaart van alle dode sterren. Ik zou van dit soort prachtige dingen niets weten als ik mijn mails zou beantwoorden in plaats van te surfen, dus die mails zullen nog wel even onbeantwoord blijven.

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source: gizmodojp

アーティストのKatie Patersonさんの作品氷で作ったレコードは、見た目も音も極寒。アイスランドの3種類の氷河（Langjökull・Snæfellsjökull・Solheimajökull）の音を録音し、各サウンドを、それぞれの氷河から溶け出た水を集めて作った氷のレコードに収録。これをターンテーブルでプレイしています。溶けてなくなってしまうまで2時間ほど。

極寒の写真ギャラリーと動画もう1本、続きでどうぞ！

声が聞きたくて　想い歌に託すよー。
ダメだ、想いが凍って伝わらないかも。寒いよぅ。
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source: feijaoviajante

Achei a idéia da Katie Paterson realmente incrível, ela gravou o som de 3 geleiras na Islândia (Langjökull, Snaefellsjökull e Solheimajökull).

E o que ela fez com esses sons gravados?

Simplesmente colocou-os em 3 vinis diferentes, mas esses vinis foram feitos de gelo, do gelo derretido dessas geleiras.
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source: monoquini

Durant une résidence de six mois en Islande, la jeune artiste britannique Katie Paterson a effectué des prises de son de trois glaciers subissant les effets du réchauffement climatique, dont les noms donnent son titre à la pièce présentée ce soir. Prélevant de la glace sur chacun des lieux, elle en a fait presser trois disques de format 33 tours, dont la gravure restitue ces enregistrements. Elle a ainsi donné un concert unique pour trois platines, les têtes de lecture jouant l’enregistrement des glaciers, puis au fur et à mesure, le son du support même fondant inexorablement. Ce qui découle de cet événement est une captation vidéo pour trois écrans.

Le triptyque de Katie Paterson est le cœur de la soirée. C’est une clepsydre de glace polaire qui en détermine la durée. Il faut une heure cinquante-sept minutes aux disques pour fondre intégralement. Avec eux, s’éteindront les autres dispositifs.
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source: theguardian

Just how small an object, or intervention in the world, can an artist make before the idea of a “work” drifts away on the wind? A couple of years ago a curious postcard landed on my doormat. The photograph was a monochrome view of desert dunes, sharpened into parallel knife edges in the foreground, fading to a stormy void at the horizon. On the reverse was written: “Inside this desert lies the tiniest grain of sand.” I was flummoxed at first as to who could have sent it. Enigmatic junk mailer? Stoned tourist friend? Gnomic stalker? It was a day or two before I twigged that it had to be a work by the Scottish artist Katie Paterson.

It turned out that for one of her typically laconic though vastly (in fact cosmically) suggestive projects, Paterson had asked experts in nanotechnology to carve from a grain of sand an almost infinitely smaller fragment – just 0.00005mm across – which, stuck for safekeeping to a normal-sized grain, she had then deposited somewhere in the Sahara. Another photograph shows the artist silhouetted atop a distant dune, loosing a handful of sand into the wind. With its throwaway references to relative dimensions in time and space, Inside This Desert … is a neatly ambitious example of the scale and tone of Paterson’s work. Hers is an art with a casually humorous take on metaphysical themes and material wonders, based always on sedulous (sometimes gruelling) research. Though the work is often dreamt up in lengthy collaboration with scientists around the world, its poetic economy is what truly intrigues.

Paterson was born in Glasgow in 1981, studied at Edinburgh College of Art, and spent a year living in Iceland before embarking on a master’s at the Slade. She is not the first artist (Roni Horn springs to mind) to have been inspired by the ancient and active desolation of the Icelandic landscape. Her graduation piece at the Slade in 2007 was titled Vatnajökull (the sound of). On the gallery wall was a mobile phone number – 07757001122 – in white neon; if you called the number you were put through to the Icelandic glacier of the title: Paterson had submerged a microphone in its lagoon, so that one could hear the trickle and rush of water, the creak of the river of ice as it melts and retreats. Ten thousand people called to listen during the lifetime of the project, while a related work involved recording the glacial soundscape on to two LPs made of refrozen Vatnajökull meltwater: the records were played, and filmed, once before they deliquesced for good.

Since then, Paterson has pursued projects that they have seen her engage a variety of scientific specialisms – notably astronomy and astrophysics – and broach subjects at the edges of current scientific knowledge. The scientists with whom Paterson works – she’s been an artist-in-residence at University College London, and is in regular contact with academic departments, observatories and amateur astronomers around the world – have to accept that the work she ends up making may be quite remote from, at odds with or obliquely related to their own research. So far the relationships have been productive, though one has the sense she must baffle some collaborators with her deadpan redeployment of their work.

In 2009 she worked with scientists at the Mauna Kea volcano telescope, in Hawaii, to amass images of darkness from the most ancient and distant portions of the universe, and then broadcast one minute of the resulting blackness – a 13bn-year-old void, to be exact – on the New York public-access TV channel MNN. A more expansive, though still pretty austere, instance is Paterson’s “lifelong project” History of Darkness. For some years she has been collecting discrete photographic images of darkness at disparate points in the universe and turning them into 35mm slides (each one numbered, and annotated with distance in light years from Earth) and latterly into photographic prints. The slides are both haunting and comically frustrating: the viewer is invited to pluck them from a box and hold them to the light: although they depict examples of emptiness from unthinkably distant and ancient points in the universe, they are all exactly the same.

You could read History of Darkness as a slyly literal displacement of the modernist monochrome painting – a reminder that the blank canvases of Kasimir Malevich or Yves Klein were also emanations of those artists’ mystical or cosmically oriented sensibilities. But it hints too at Paterson’s effort towards a kind of rigorous but wry sublimity, the sort of pleasurable bewilderment and wonder that writers on the sublime attributed to darkness in the 18th century. Paterson’s work seems keenly aware of this tradition of the void, with its romantic corollary of poetical night thoughts.

Among her early works is Earth-Moon-Earth, for which she translated Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata into Morse-code radio signals and bounced it off the Moon: in a gallery, a player piano recited the sonata as it returned to Earth, complete with sudden gaps where the signal had degraded en route. In 2008 she hired a lighting company to produce a halogen bulb that exactly replicates the qualities of moonlight. The resulting work, Lightbulb to Simulate Moonlight, involves a bare bulb in a darkened gallery, and includes a lifetime’s supply (based on the average human lifespan of 66 years) of these beautiful blue orbs: 289 bulbs, each one lasting 2,000 hours.

Paterson’s current exhibition at Haunch of Venison gallery in London showcases several works with a similar atmosphere of almost naive wonder, though in some cases the durations and distances are much vaster than in the Moon works. Take 100 Billion Suns, which gives the present show its title: conceived initially for the 2011 Venice Biennale, the piece is based on images of gamma-ray bursts that Paterson found on the internet or were sent by her now numerous scientific correspondents. Gamma-ray bursts are the brightest phenomena in the known universe, explosions of intense radiation believed to accompany a supernova when a star dies. (As Paterson’s gallerist Ben Tufnell notes in an accompanying essay, they were first spotted by US military satellites in 1967, while on the lookout for covert Russian nuclear tests.) Paterson took 3,216 patches of light from these images and produced sets of colour-matched confetti to be released by small confetti guns at 100 points around Venice in the opening days of the biennale. For the London exhibition, where photographs of the Venice detonations are also on show, one of these guns is set off daily in the gallery and the resulting constellation of polychrome dots swept to one side of the room: the most astonishing spectacle from the depths of space reduced to a pile of after-party litter.

Elsewhere, distance and duration are invoked with a minimalism whose modesty is as comic as it is cosmic. A record player has apparently stalled while playing the spring movement of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons – in fact it is moving and playing through headphones, but at the same rate that the Earth turns: at one revolution per 24 hours, the whole record would take four years to play. Such works have something in common with Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics: his 1965 collection of short stories in which scientific fact or conjecture is the occasion for playful allegory bordering on whimsy. Paterson’s art often begins, she says, in writing, though these texts are never published or exhibited. Curious minimal narratives do sometimes evolve, however, as in The Dying Star Letters: she is on an academic email list that alerts her each time scientists note the death of a star, and she writes a letter of condolence, in this case to a member of the gallery staff. At Haunch of Venison, the letters are arrayed in a long vitrine, and they include several that are black-bordered (unintentional, says Paterson) like memorial cards. One imagines a dark comedy in which Paterson’s correspondent is heartbroken to read: “I’m sorry to inform you of the death of the star, SN 2011kd.”

It’s this admixture of the galactic and the mundane that properly characterises Paterson’s work, and not merely its origins in her scientific collaborators’ inquiries at the further reaches of time and space. The word “poetic” is a treacherous one to apply to any artist, but Paterson’s is a poetry of knowledge and mystery, cosmicomically rendered. Visitors to her current exhibition, pushing open the gallery door, will hear an odd muted whoosh in place of a door chime – it is the sound of a star dying somewhere far away, and long ago.