VR installation using spatial audio, photography and creative coding played as a 2 min video loop
Calcutta is what I call home. Decaying, neuralgic and overtly nostalgic — detractors complain. The skyline lacking enough phallic interjections of steel and glass that seem to indisputably mark a city's success. But what makes a city successful? And what remains of a city — architecture, memory, maybe an idea of home? As contours of shapes and intimacy of spaces are lost to the mutation of memory, often a trail lingers. For those who have left, cities linger too— an ephemeral sillage of sights, sounds and smells, eventually blending into a garland of blurs.
Using sounds of the city, and an algorithm which repetitively applies the statistical function of mean on my archive of photos, Sillage questions the novelty and necessity of superlatives, seeking solace instead in the relative anonymity of average.