Mark Limbrick has been creating work since the 1980's which seeks to explore the process of communication through image and sound.

Often this has been through experimental projects and performances. He started the dismantling and re-assembly of technology to acheive curious time and space dilation at the age of 11, with tape recorders and box cameras recovered from dustbins. He gave a live performance using sound sculptures for National Dutch Radio at the Concertgebouw, as part of the Gaudeamus International Music Festival in 1984.

Equally comfortable in the analogue and digital realm, it is appreciated his influences have been drawn from the beginnings of electronic music. Composers such as Daphne Oram, IRCAM music-concrete, and the unique constructions of Baschet.

There is a consistent stance of inviting others to experience an alternative viewpoint.

Whether this is the photography of the weaving spiral patterns of falling sycamore wings. Or the making of a camera which turns people into bar coded images. As revealed in a strange time distortion image of a street market. The frenetic consumption, the individual human data, behind climate change.

The inspiration for The Blinding Absence Of Light is in the title, the account of detainees imprisoned for 17 years in tiny cells underground in the desert. The improvised performance is intended to have the strange internal logic of a nightmare, where one knows what everything means, but cannot describe it. There is a simple message here. At first an active engagement is needed by the viewer to try and understand what is the relation between the moving light and the sound. Like the mysterious technology that facilitates our revolution in instant access to world events.

As the performance continues, this is confounded by the use of ubiquitous images of bar coded information to convey snippets of noise. In fact these are short audio samples from many different protests. Finally, propaganda broadcasts that permeate the ether continuously, then appear to emanate from the ground itself. Even the bird that starts singing to herald the arrival of a new dawn, is revealed as part of an illusion. The only real event taking place is perhaps that task undertaken by the street sweeper.

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