We used to play music in shelters. Get vinyls from abroad whenever we
got the chance. If found in local stores, M. would break those same
records so we'd have the exclusivity to own them... That was Beirut, in
1985. If the whole country was going to hell, our music was not going
along with it. It was our life, our time. We were 14, 16, and 17. All I
have from those memories and others much older are some tapes that I
found in a box, stored in the attic. Some memories are as old as me. I
hear myself talk, I am a stranger's voice that seems to have belonged
to me, but got lost somewhere in time. Somewhere in this Pandora sound
box that I decided to organize one day.
Based on personal audio archive material, sonic landscapes and a composed piano score, Octophonic Diary is an 8-channel sound installation inviting the listener to a private acoustic bubble – a stethoscope reaching out in time. Cynthia Zaven
Organization: City of Women; In collaboration with: P74 Centre and Gallery; With the help of: The Moderna galerija.