Textales Eryn Talevich
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Penn Station
In this older piece, I recall a flash of human life in the train-station..
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Bretagne: The Audio Supplement
I share a few of my field recordings. Northern bells, a lonely egg and some righteous frogs feature...
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Bretagne: Notes from a sardine-greased napkin and 18th century coastal sequins...
In this collection, I share some clandestine fieldnotes from the first jellied steps of my graduate research in Northern France...
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Loom Lust
The affective seduction of the estate sale, and falling in love for the first time with a hunk of wood...
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Woven Wreckage~Shrapnel of the Heart
Looking over old diaries, I came across this piece. In the wake of the first “real” breakup, I found myself without ground: sleeping on my parents couch, desiccated like some tired bulb. Weaving became the treatment for this wound, and continues to be the balm for my soul.