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These guitar pedals and patch cords are kiln cast lead crystal. They celebrate the nostalgia, mystery and promise of what was for me a catalyzing interface of adolescent agency. They are fabulized eighties memories manifested crudely in glass. The multi-hued translucence echoes the sonic variety they afford. Their physical delicacy challenges our intended interaction with them.
To those who’ve imprinted on them, guitar pedals spark involuntary curiosity. Each invites speculation on just how it alters signal. Switches and knobs open sonic doors. The signal chain is a sentence and each pedal is a word. Patch cords make the syntax of this sentence flexible.
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