The opening happened despite heavy rainy stormy weather with crystals of snow on May 31, 2017.
New artists joining:
Denmark-Norway: Tine Surel Lange
Switzerland: Luca Forcucci
Artists selected from the gallery collection:
Norway: Maia Urstad, Siri Austeen
Denmark: Trine Hylander Friis, Flopper, Ane Østergaard
Sweden-Norway: Anna Hedberg, Signe Liden
Finland: Joonas Siren
Iceland: Thurid Jonsdottir
Visual Artists Fund
Artists participating in this exhibit:
The title refers to a story I read on internet when searching for information about the area around Rebild. It describes two bells from the Solberg Church, which are no longer in use. One bell is from around 1100 and represents one of the oldest of its kind in the country. The bells from that era are usually without inscription, but the Solberg bell has a cross and several tiny fonts, which are difficult to interpret because they are very small, and the characters are flipped. The first problems with the bell occurred in 1880, causing a sonic dissonance. Sixty years later, a crack was discovered, and after yet another 22 years, it was replaced. According to superstition, small shavings of a church bell had a healing effect on almost all human and animal suffering. Therefore, the bold and brave sneaked up to the bell around midnight - under the full moon when the magic was at its strongest - to obtain a piece of its healing power. The big Solberg bell carries traces of these nightly guests from ancient times. The little bell was dismantled in 1999. It has the inscription "Margrethe Wiffert 1610". This one, however, has no carved marks...
In this work, I build an imagined narrative around the bells, the nightly guests, Margrethe, and the inverted text on the big bell that is not possible to decipher. The voice is by Conrad Kemp.
Revisiting Possible Spaces
In Revisiting Possible Spaces I use my own sonic experiences and memories as a starting point for this sound piece which is specially composed for Drive In Rebild. Aural horizon, scale and abstracted sonic everyday life is here key words. Through reflection on a handful of memory-based soundscapes * this notion of a familiar room at an unknown location was made.
I have long been committed to relationship between sound, place and identity and thereby become interested in the actual listening as action. Listening as both artistic practice and as a way of being in the world. Sound and listening is directly associated with time spent and therefore also with how time is used. How we spend our time and how we live our lives.
fathers bird feeders
mothers sewing Machine
a girlfriends beehive
my water flute
song to vacuum cleaner
water can on water
"I think we should build instruments that assist sounds to write themselves in the air", Espen Sommer Eide said, so we started building wind-vibrating measurement-structures – mobile meteorological music instruments be tuned to the soundscape.
Testing, recording: One day in September 2015, we brought the prototypes of the instruments along and traveled to the northeastern tip of Norway, crossed the border to Russia and arrived at Nikel. The Dark Ecology project had invited us to do a temporary artwork in the polluted industry town Nikel during the Summer of 2016. We traveled there to prepare: Eide and I planed a concert in the partly scorched mountains above the city for the audience to walk with us while we were playing, listening and calibrating the instruments to the atmosphere.
History through the ear: During our stay in Nikel, we invited a group of pensioners for a "sound club" meeting and invited them to talk about their memories of sounds heard throughout their lives in the city.
Wind Stories is based on recordings from this trip, from the testing of instruments and conversations about the history through sounds.
Can You Hear the Grasshoppers Sing?
I remember one childhood summer, when I first realized that my father couldn’t hear the grasshoppers singing. I felt confused; why are there sounds that can not be heard by everybody?
This memory resurfaced a few years ago, when I was thinking more about my personal relation to sound.
To my knowledge the sound of singing grasshoppers is perhaps one of the few specific aural phenomenon that can be lost from hearing. Grasshoppers and crickets sing in a very high pitch between 12 – 20 kHz and these frequencies can be lost because of normal aging.
I find it poetic that there are sounds that are connected to the process of aging. The disappearance is somehow a reminder of our limited, transient existence.
"Can You Hear the Grasshoppers Sing?" is a generative sound-work, where the different field recordings of grasshopper sounds are transposed/pitchshifted. A computer program continuously pitchshifts the recordings in real-time up behind the 20 kHz human hearing threshold, emulating the disappearance from everybody.
The computer also pitchshifts them down to 5 kHz enabling those have lost them to hear the grasshoppers again.
kitchen sink realism
Is that a floor boards creak
What was that ... a low humming from a bumblebee
And the freezer in the supermarket goes berserk
Is that the neighbor shaving?
Does the person living below shout at the dog
Kids singing in the staircase
The tiny sounds of everyday life court and mixed...
Like wreckage piled together as an unique structure
Even rain finds its place.
Sound Letter From My Holiday In Space
Dear family. It has been some trip. It’s difficult to describe in words what really happened instead I photographed the past 100 years in one picture, and translated that picture into sound. The 'Sound Drive In' is my portal from space and where you can hear my letters.
Big hugs and take care, Band Ane
In Hymni (meaning Psalm in Icelandic) I focus on a hidden voice of a blood centrifuge. All the material of the work derives from a recording of such machine found in the National University Hospital of Iceland in Reykjavik.
Trine Hylander Friis
I am driving slowly through the forest with a rolled-down window, absorbing the details. Dark vertical closely spaced trunks, prickly crooked branches interspersed with tiny flashes of light, soft mossy ground, a smell of soil and half rotten leaves. I draw it all in. Accumulate.
The light changes, the landscape opens, the horizon makes my eyes water. I force them wide open, note how the clouds rapidly drift, the grass surge and bow flat on the ground. Filling my lungs to bursting point-
With support from Danish Composers' Society / Koda's Cultural Funds
Tine Surel Lange
Water and Stone
In a time where we are constantly surrounded by sound, have we forgotten how to listen?
Have we forgotten to hear the music in the mountain stream, the tone colours in the wind? Have we forgotten to notice the interaction between and natural orchestration of the sounds in our surroundings?
With my art I want to make people listen, with the hope that we through listening get more in contact with and care more about our surroundings and the changes happening around us.
Southern Africa and Lofoten Islands are somehow related by their proximities to the (South and North) Poles. Sounds from those locations
have been recorded during long soundwalks in 2016. They are recombined here to resonate to each other, they are blended together in order to create a dialogue. Those distant territories become one single place and meet for once
within the Drive In installation. A unique territory made of sounds, the perceived visual mental imagery emanating from the careful listening is the
only possible vision one may have of such imaginary and utopian land.
With support from The Swiss Arts Council Pro Helvetia