clark patio walk

A soundwalk set at the Clark pavilion, which guides the listener through a series of polychromatic pitch-spaces.

An exciting and colorful walk up Stone Hill.

A walk with time on Stone Hill for ENVI 298: Cultural Geography, Fall 2022. Cover image: Black and white postcard, "Proctor Farm Stone Hill." (n.d.), p1984.163.27, Landscapes-Stone Hill, Williamstown Historical Museum, Williamstown, MA, http://williamstown.pastperfectonline.com/Photo/1D6216BF-FCB9-47F4-8404-477329220001.

Williamstown used to be underwater and what today marks the surface level of what once was? The top of stone hill.

A sonic experience to accompany walking the Clark Art Institute's GROUND/WORK 2025 outdoor sculpture exhibit. Contributors: Auyon Mukharji, Harris Paseltiner, Zachariah Hickman, Peter Wise, Ingrid Colafati, Joe Johnson, Kevin O'Rourke Recording engineer: Patrick Gray Audio mastering: Randall Squires Special thanks: Will Schmenner, Betsy Burris, Christopher Bolton, Matthew Gold, the featured artists: Javier Senosiain, Aboubaker Fofana, Laura Ellen Bacon, Yo Akiyama, Hugh Hayden, Milena Naef; curator Glenn Adamson and the Clark Art Institute.

This is a journey through my head. I hope that you see some nice skies & trees & things :)

Based on a walk I took my freshman fall here. Meant to be done at night and the line suggests going down the middle of the road cause that's how I was walking but obviously that's not required haha. Once you arrive at the parking lot you're meant to explore around there's no need to head straight to the middle, although try to find your way there because that's where the climax of sound is.

You are hearing a soundwalk for those who are asked to stay. For those held in place by circumstance, by paper, by policy. For those who know that longing often begins with a sound. Audio travels freely— Crossing borders, time zones, continents With no luggage, no checkpoint, no translation. You are entering distant places mapped onto familiar grounds. A call to prayer in Usak echoes in a parking garage. Youthful laughter in Yakutsk lingers between gravestones. The pulse of a taxi radio in Tuti island resounds through a theater’s bones. You pause, listen, and resume your walk In between the quiet collisions of here and elsewhere. You’ve always been here: a campus that breathes with many lives, A landscape re-tuned by distance. May you wander even while standing still. May you be borderless—

Enjoy this walk through Williams Cross Country history.