In Cabo Polonio during the Winter season, time seems to stand still. I've heard this secluded village comes to life during the summer but during the winter people are hard to come by, locals who live there year round, beach dogs, rogue cats, shack mice and los lobos del mar are all you'll come across. 

After being inspired by Juana Molina, I decided to look into the village she had praised. As a solo artist, I was invited to participate in an artist residency here. Every day I would roam the town and find a new place to sit and write. I would play for hours, then after finally giving up on one idea a finished product would blurt out of me at the last second creating a series of short tunes that make up my residency project: to write one new song every day for the duration of my stay. 

I like punk theory, being in opposition against music rules or social norms. I like the idea of simplicity: what are the least amount of notes, chords or melodies we could hear that involuntarily suspend our disbelief, that we're listening to a song. 

For lyrical content, it's easy to reminisce on the past in the cold, salty air, analyzing all of the whys, wouldas and shouldas of my maneuverings as a human. When this got old I would take the perspective of some object or creature near me. I strive to be contemplative, to find the soothe in my sulk and to exist showing my cards sans armor in spite of the fear of vulnerability, of fear itself. 

Below is the project paired with photos of my filming locations through my perspective then through the angled perspective of the phone that is my camera.