"A few years ago I bought a wooden organ pipe at an annual flea market here in town. It is about 2 1/2 feet in length and on the front there is a marking of the letter H standing for a B natural of the great octave. According to a note on its side it originates from a church organ in Bannwil, some miles down the river Aare. I was glad having found a part of an organ although it was only one pitch out of many. All the other ones remained unknown to me.
Back home I blew into the pipe and I was struck by the amount of air necessary in order to make it sound. Not having thought more about the instrument resp. this leftover of something much bigger I left it in my room as a curiosity.
In times of doing things mostly at home I begun working with objects like a table ventilator, a spintop or this single organ pipe. For the present project each breath was supposed to make the pipe sound be it fully pitched or not. I was about to find a way of breathing very deeply and slowly. I ended up doing this practice at an average cadence of a bit more than two breaths per minute. While listening to the recording I tried to breathe again in the same way which occured almost impossible to me. This tells me that my body must have been in connection to the instrument in an unusual way. For almost one hour the pipe was nothing but an extension of my own organ."
performed and recorded in solothurn on may 16 2020
released May 18, 2020
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