Soundwalk

Silence as I ride down the elevator in my internship's office building. 




*ding* a bell sounds at the 17th floor, two men enter;




"so what're your plans for tonight?"




"going to watch the Rangers game"




*boof* metal elevator doors shut. 




"oh yea? who they playing against?"




"coyotes"




"they any good?"




"yea, this season they are, and there aren't many games left before the playoffs" 








i step out of the elevator, and past the automatic exits gates, that *beep* open.




*swoosh* through the revolving doors.




Outside, in the streets of the Financial District, a bus screeches to a stop, and the engine vibrates while people leave and board the bus.




A cab bounces and creeks on the cobble stone road, squeaking scrap metal.




A guy wearing headphones walks past me, 2 seconds of fuzzy deep bass, thumping. 




Somewhere in the background: a plane, or no, probably a helicopter.




An ambulance drives by, no siren. It strolls through a red light, 1 second duck-sounding siren through the intersection.




*Duct tape ripping* A man unloads packs of poland spring bottles from a truck. The plastic crackles together. 




2.5, if not 3 seconds of a raspy "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" from a man standing on a corner, talking on his cell phone.










A woman's heels click on metal stairs as she trots up from the subway. 




My heels clang against the metal stairs as I walk down them.




*swoop swoop*, metal turnstiles spin underground. 




*dring* metrocard swipes through turnstile. 




*swoop swoop*




"This is a Brooklyn bound J express train" female voiceover from train, in a distance,




can't hear the rest of the automated message because the voice in my head is louder, saying 




"shit..run Joanna"

"Define A Space"

Winter On Park from Joanna Kilinkiewicz on Vimeo.

Artist Statement

Music is the first art form that I fell in love with. But I didn't just fall for it; I got so deeply involved with making it a part of my life, that I found myself living a different lifestyle, entering a new culture. 

The new generation of music is electronic, but it's anything but new to me. I've been listening to trance, techno, electro and house ever since I learned how to use the internet circa '99. 

The culture behind this music embodies principles of peace, love, unity & respect (PLUR). When the participants of this culture gather at concerts, shows, festivals or events, they engage in an exchange of bracelets called "kandi" which are constructed of colorful beads and blurbs such as "smile" or "dance."

My parents and some friends laughed at me when they first saw me making kandi, but when I took them to a show and let them see for themselves what and how PLUR looks and feels like, they were able to understand that it's a beautiful representation that stems back to childhood, where no child judged one another but played in unison despite sex, race or class. 

Being born and raised in New York, I know there is a very 
distinct definition of community because of how our city is structured, however at these events, I am a part of a huge, loving, nonjudgmental community, which drives me to continue making different and inspirational creations. 

I love to draw, I love to paint, I love to write and I love to dance. But as an artist, I find myself sometimes getting artist block, in which then I stop what I'm doing, and put on music. This allows my mind to de-clutter and let loose. Music drives everything in me. It's fuel for my soul. It's no longer an art form for me, but more like oxygen. I can't live without it. And I can't wait to see how it'll fuel my projects for this class!