“There is no knowing when the Corinthian capitals stood on the top of their columns: only one of them is remembered, since for many years, in a chicken run, it supported the basket where the hens laid their eggs. (…) The order of the eras’ succession has been lost; (…) the capitals could have been in the chicken runs before they were in the temples.”
Italo Calvino, “Invisible Cities”
An anechoic room absorbs all sound inside it and lets no sound in from outside. It is said that humans conceived it in the 20th century for precise measurement of their hi-tech inventions. However, it is uneasy for the humans themselves to stay in an anechoic chamber for longer
than a few minutes – their own security system goes berserk due to the disruption of influx of spatial data, as they’ve learned to call it.
Our anechoic chamber allows experiencing the echo-free end of human perception in a much cosier way. Instead of building a metal cage in another metal cage, wrapped in vacuum, stuffed with dense carbon-polyurethane foam we decided to use the barn built in 1920s by Mr. Parv, wrapped in quiet countryside air, stuffed with midsummer grass cut a few days earlier on a meadow over the hill.
We invite you to our anechoic chamber to experiment with your mood and emotions and to listen to your own voice and musical objects. Come hang out in the barn and bring about your own anechoic fantasies.
In his artistic activities Jacek Szczepanek usually combines ethnographic research, sonic exploration and collective work. In his previous project he reconstructed sounds of coal mining machinery off memories of redundant miners. The sounds were performed by a beatbox choir.