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Maile Colbert

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About Me

Maile Colbert is a filmmaker, video, and sound artist recently relocated from Los Angeles, US to Lisbon, Portugal. She is currently working for the art organization Binaural (http://www.binauralmedia.org/).
She holds a BFA in The Studio for Interrelated Media from Massachusetts College of Art, and a MFA in Integrated Media/Film and Video from the California Institute of the Arts.
She has had multiple screenings, exhibits, and shows, including The New York Film Festival, LACE Gallery, MOMA New York, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the REDCAT Theater in Los Angeles, The Portland International Documentary and Experimental Film Festival, and has performed and screened widely in Japan, Europe, Mexico, and the States.
She was a visiting lecturer teaching Sound Design at UCSD; designed sound and composed for Rebecca Baron’s film How Little We Know of Our Neighbors, winner of the Black Maria Film Festival Best Film, designed sound for Adele Horne’s feature documentary The Tailenders, broadcasted on PBS POV and winner of a 2007 Independent Spirit Award, Allan Sekula’s epic The Lottery of the Sea, and designed sound for Betti-Sue Hertz’s multi-media mutli channel installation at the Centro Cultural Tijuana for the 2005 inSite Festival. She is currently designing visuals for Brian Mcbride (Stars of the Lid), Celer, R. Kitch, and the multi-media evolving project La Scatola (Rui Costa and Manuela Barile). She has had the pleasure and opportunity to work with such artists as Carole Kim, Andrea Parkins, Kraig Grady, Jessica Constable, Jeff Cain, Mark Dresser, Steve Roden, Paul Bradely, Matthew Marble, Kadet Kuhne, Anne LeBaron, Hypo, Can’t...and numerous wonderful others she can’t think of right now.
Her recent solo album released by Twenty Hertz and performance at the Storung Festival in Barcelona led to a multi-media collaboration with UK composer Paul Bradley called Transit (http://www.twentyhertz.co.uk/), soon premiering at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco, then showing in various locations through out the US and Europe. She is currently working on a new release with Tellemake, an experimental opera on millennialism and apocalyptic thought and theory, with opera singer Gabriela Crowe, singer Jessica Constable, and the Poetry of Ian Colbert; and is mid-production on a feature documentary on Autism called The Plane Flies High Because I am Not Afraid.
recent release...http://www.twentyhertz.co.uk/twentyhertz/index.htm
“In discussing a recent installation, LA based sound designer and film maker Maile Colbert emphasized the importance of reconstructed memories, even if they are generated through repression, disassociation or the inaccurate recollection of factual details. These ideas continue on Moborosi, a collection of abstracted vignettes published through Paul Bradley’s imprint. This is quite the detour from Bradley’s typical preference for deep drone work; instead, Colbert offers a delicate array of structural loops and backwards lullabies. At times, she positions granulated samples of digital errata in lockstep with mechanised loops; elsewhere, her compositions drift in a out of placid Ambient passages. Colbert counters the porcelain fragility and cool detachment found throughout these recordings on “Day of Fire”, which features the plainsong vocals of Gabriela Crowe. In the bricolage of fleeting details and smeared electronica, her voice is a baroque feature which suggests the kind of surrogate memory that Colbert seems to be searching for.”
Review by Jim Haynes, The Wire 286, December 2007.
"Maile Colbert has mentioned that she needs the help of all senses to feel “whole” and a balanced person. A director, video artists and composer, all aspects of her work are mutually influenced by each other, each uttering constituting a synthesis of the most diverse disciplines.
This may be a reason why she is currently working on completing an ambitious opera project on “millennialism and apocalyptic thought and theory” with singer Gabriela Crowe. Opera, after all, has traditionally been seen as the art of arts and the one genre which binds all others together. It does not seem far-fetched, therefore, to regard “moborosi”, as much as it has been conceived as a self-sufficient album, as the overture to the larger work taking shape in the background.
In fact, it may be regarded as a concise introduction into her oeuvre as a whole. This just over thirty minute long debut contains a collaboration with above mentioned Gabriela Crowe, features poetry by her brother Ian as well as her soundtrack contributions to “How little we know of our Neighbors”, Rebecca Baron’s documentary on the “Mass Observation” public spying project in the UK - and fully demonstrates her versatility and ability to integrate her personal approach into the equally idiosyncratic work of others.
As a composer, Colbert’s style may be characterised by a perfect symbiosis between the ages: Monophonic chant, classical themes and reverb-pedalled broken piano chords have the same status on “moborsi” as aerial, translucent drones, backwards-played themes, electric configurations and filtered synthesizers, without anything appearing irregular or out of place.
Another distinct feature consists in her technique of naturally placing these musical objects within close range of each other and of playing them back simultaneously, without regard of whether this does their historic background justice or whether their tonalities match for 100%.
This is not meant to be disrespectful. Colbert merely sees and hears with different eyes and ears, her entire sensory system is geared towards an intuitive view of the world and towards finding out “how elements (...) around us effect us psychologically and physiologically”. Just as if she were using the short stretch of this album as a space for reflection, it keeps coming back to the same trains of thought, with some strings overlapping and synthesizing as part of a Freud’ean materialism.
Everything on this record is self-referential, with tracks popping out of other pieces like smaller babushkas hiding inside their taller counterparts: The piano of “Day of Fire” is part of “Broken Camera Sunset”, the barely one-minute long “Sweet still Sleep” is contained within “primitive” and the abstract rhythmic charges of “begin” act as a Leitmotif for the entire work.
Consequently, a hermetic, haunting, slightly surreal and yet inwardly quiet mood is predominant on “moborosi”, its structures speaking to each other in tongues, as its body awakens in the middle of a full-moon night, startles and falls back to sleep again. Still, things are never opaque or oblivious – Colbert’s artistic language is clear and coherent, her tone soft and void of radical outbursts.
There is no need at all for her to feel envious of her brother’s abilities as a chef, expressing himself fully through his food. While she may need the help of all senses to function as a person, her music definitely doesn’t need any visuals to be appreciated."
-Tobias Fischer, Tokafi
"Processed with flange, reverb, and delay, these pieces are bunkered in breathy, teeming harmonics that hover above these clusters of incandescent notes, which time and again culminate in a bending skyward wail.
In its thirty-minute life-span, the action is often heavily stylised and cross-cutting different genres - shifting quickly, yet meaningfully, from these passages, to even more discrete moments, where loops are constantly shifting by tiny degrees. In addition, during these more vigilant sections, Colbert’s style, with its oblique use of tonality, is colourful and alluring, but also wry, detached and frigid.
Thus, pieces such as "Day Of Fire" work with a racing, tumbling loop, filled up by tiny glitches like rocks rolling down a streambed, and deflated by languorous descents into near stillness. All of this reaches its zenith in "Blinding Begin Again", which builds slow dynamic curves by countering long probing lines with soft anchoring tones that leave the impression that all is evaporating into impenetrable darkness. Taken together, then, Moborosi reveals a complex and adaptable figure in Colbert."
-Max Schaefer, EARlabs
"Maile Colbert, from Los Angeles, is a filmmaker, video and sound artist whose activities include teaching sonic design and applying her craft to other people’s work, especially in the movie, documentary and installation areas. "Moborosi" is the author’s misspelling of the Japanese word "Maborosi", which should approximately be translated as "phantasmic light" and enclose vague concepts of "otherworldly, a bit lonely, a bit of longing, a bit of hope and wonder" (a monk indicated a distant luminescence in the nocturnal view of an harbour to give Colbert an idea of what this concept means). Of the same importance is the quality of the record which, although not exactly conforming to the Twenty Hertz canon of advanced electronica, evolved ambient and droning soundscapes, is truly of the "short and sweet" kind, lasting in fact only half an hour filled with moments to be repeatedly savoured and definitely remembered. The composer is extremely clever in her choice of not fossilizing herself on a specific setting, possessing an uncanny ability in elaborating the right alternance of evocative ambiences and juxtaposed pictures, offering a series of aural snapshots whose contrasting character outgrows the limits of the recorded format to expand within our system with the delicacy of a fine perfume. We hear voices singing in Latin and reciting poetry amidst slowly melting backgrounds, misshapen dreams, strange loops of electric bass, a carillon reproducing "Greensleeves", snippets from old records -- la Janek Schaefer, female choirs, environmental fragments, impressive subterranean frequencies, interferences abruptly changing a previously oneiric scenario. The listeners are put in confront with those invisible entities that dematerialize thoughts during the REM phase of sleep. It’s a very personal style, despite being made of pretty familiar elements; we’re not too far off the target when suggesting names like Helena Gough and Gavin Bryars as just two of the many entrance points for an optimal approach to this deeply inquisitive release."
-Massimo Ricci, Touching Extremes
"A work in perpetual rote, longing for a corner or glimmer, or surface, fallen and astonished, grieving, hopeful in transit, and beginning, only beginning, to view the photo-negative, or blur where heat is rising and the entropy of things is faintly ok"
-Ian Colbert, poet and brother
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current projects...
The Plane Flies High, Because I am Not Afraid (spoken by a seven year old Autistic boy to his father, to describe how the plane in the sky could fly. He is not afraid of heights; therefore the place could stay up high...)
The Plane Flies High Because I Am Not Afraid chronicles in both real time and graphic illustration the alternative “floating world” of the Autistic, taking as it’s departure a perspective from the “inside out” perceptions of the phenomenal world as viewed by the lowest functioning to the Asperger individual. The goal of the filmmakers is a comprehensive analysis of such a perception using personal accounts, depth analysis, documentation, historical antecedents, diagnosis and treatment, and the filmmakers expertise at rending such a world view based on both experience in storytelling and practical “hands-on” work in the field for the past 15 years.
The Plane Flies High Because I Am Not Afraid conjectures many variant perspectives, as noted above, from the perspective of the Autistic, “What is Autism?” leading us forward to a systematic breakdown of available thinking on the subject ranging from the earliest accounts to the most cutting edge research. The filmmakers posit that Autism is a concentrated representation of the world we live in today. That Autistic individuals are, in theory, human prisms through which we can comprehend those forces at play today on the world stage. Autism is a world folded in on itself and continues to confound most everyone from the birthing to the best and brightest minds on the globe.
The Plane Flies High Because I am not Afraid acknowledges and documents the conflicts, obstacles, miracles and just plain confusion surrounding the ever spreading population of Autistic individuals, and aims to sift and synthesize this “hall of mirrors” of thinking on the subject into a compassionate yet unflinching and thoroughly honest view of where we are today and what the future holds for a world where Autistics and Non-Autistics will have to live harmoniously and productively together as a species.
The Plane Flies High Because I am not Afraid includes interviews with many of the foremost researchers, theorists and Autistic Individuals practicing at large and forging ahead with fearless and hopeful attempts to unravel this most puzzling, yet at times, triumphant of disorders.
Day of Anger
Maile Colbert and Tellemake are currently working on a new release, an experimental opera on millennialism and apocalyptic thought and theory, with acclaimed opera singer Gabriela Crowe, singer Jessica Constable (http://www.myspace.com/jessicamconstable), and the Poetry of Ian Colbert....www.myspace.com/dayofanger
Partition pour un Incendie
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Ice Thaw Chorus
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Member Since: 2/24/2006
Band Website: twentyhertz.co.uk/transit/
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O small ones, small lawns,the little seed eyes, little seed, little violent, diligent seed, little sparrow, round and sweet, so little said of it, the dangling small beast, the small towns, little solitude, the small black tugs, small harbors, small harbors, the small rains, blue waves roughly small, the little core of oneself, small like a small hawk, the little landing places, small embarkation points, the small beauty of the forest, the alien small teeth, the small nouns, the small resorts of the small poor, the little hole in the eye, the little hole, the smallest corners of man's triumph, o small boy, the very small coves, the little boat, these small stony worlds, these small worlds, the small prows of the fish boats, the little grain, the little bulbs, the houses small as in the skulls of birds, small hollow in the flesh, a little life, sprouting little green buds, the small trees, the small doors, so small a picture, small objects of wood and the bones of small fish and of stone, the little woods, let it be small enough, a small room, small self-interest, the small mid-ocean, these little dumps, the homes of small animals, small blazing sun of the farms, the cliffs small and numerous, the little skirts, cold little pin unresting, small pin of the wind and the rayne, the small paved area, the rain's small pellets, small fountains, her small voice among the people, the small selves haunting un in the stones, in their small distances the poem begins, thru the airs small very small alien, joy in the small huge dark, the glory of joy in the small huge dark.

George Oppen

What people most passionately want is living wholeness and living unison, not their own isolate salvation of their "souls." For us, the vast marvel is to be alive. For us, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. Whatever the unborn and the dead may know, they cannot know the beauty, the marvel of being alive in the flesh. The dead may look after the afterwards. But the magnificent here and now of life in the flesh is ours, and ours alone, and ours only for a time. We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human soul. In my own very self, I am part of my family. There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

So that my individualism is really an illusion. I am part of the great whole, and I can never escape. But I can deny my connections, break them, and become a fragment. Then I am wretched.

What we want is to destroy our false, inorganic connections, especially those related to money, and re-establish the living organic connections, with the cosmos, the sun and earth, with family and humankind. Start with the sun, and the rest will slowly, slowly happen.

Andrej Tarkovsky

Influences: On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.

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multi-media collaboration with Carole Kim

Over the Eyes installation documentation part 2

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In The Sense We Understood...
music from multi-media collaboration
with Carole Kim and Steve Roden

Record Label: Twenty Hertz, Mandorla, RRRecords, störung
Type of Label: Indie

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Complete script for Over the Eyes

On a book cover, drop a single drop of water&tilt the book and let the drop flow a stream. Right the book, then drop another drop of water in the same place as the former. Tilt the book in a differen...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 03:55:00 PST

Moborosi, now available...

TWENTY HERTZ NEW RELEASEMAILE COLBERT : MOBOROSI : CDRMaile Colbert's 'moborosi' is a mini album totaling around 30 minutes in length. It takes elements from numerous genres and influences, mixing the...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 02:03:00 PST

Over the Eyes...multimedia installation for Binaural residency in Portugal, Fall 2007

When I first had an understanding of the concept of memory as a child, I committed myself to the lifelong practice of filling one's days with the art of memory making&viewing the act as something one ...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 10:51:00 PST

Ouvert for a Day of Anger ((letter to T.))

...i swam with a furious vision in my ears it's time for her voice the breath you breathed into the ice gave her welcome and form she is coming i swam to remember my body rapture, to understand to for...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:52:00 PST

Day of Anger

in 1000 ad people Rejoiced about the prospect of "history" coming to an end. you can hear it in the chants from the period, the anticipation, euphoria, mania. now we are once again past the mark. i...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:44:00 PST

mekas

"There was a time, when I was sixteen or seventeen, when I was idealistic and believed that the world would change in my own lifetime. I read about all the suffering of man, wars and misery that took ...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:03:00 PST

from Butterflyweed (2003)

I want to describe a feelingFelt at the age of sevenReoccurringI have not found the wordsTo sense describeI have found a passage In my ceiling late at nightA little scaredA little youngWhen youngWhen ...
Posted by Maile Colbert on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:00:00 PST