Macrophones is one of those art+science projects that starts with a hypothesis and then requires an awful lot of labor getting the whole thing together in order to see if it adds up to anything. On some level, the thought experiment is enough for me—if we could hear low frequency sounds from around the world, would we more directly feel our connection to and through the atmosphere?

To be honest, I never intended to do anything with clay before this residency. 

Everything is light and air here, we look down on the clouds over the ocean, they stretch out to cover us in mist each night and then recede again each day. Innumerable hawks hunt gophers in the grass, and I already had a bobcat encounter on the trail.