24-02-13

A wooden case of curiosities stands proud against the wall. At its top are two glass domes. When you put on the headphones, the sounds you hear are the inspiration for the contents of the domes. When you push the wooden slides against their invisible switches, the sounds you hear are the inspiration for the stitches against the Perspex in the slides. When you open each of the drawers, the sounds you hear are the inspiration for the trays that you look down upon and through. It is a magical thing, the kinokophone. If you listen to the sounds, you can imagine yourself what made them. There are no clues, no right or wrong answers. You can hear insects, or whirligigs, or the crackle of fire, or the cracking of ice. You can hear a bow drawn slowly across strings, or the call of a mythical creature through the multitude of horns on its head. You can hear people shopping, the beep of a road crossing, fireworks crackling in the sky. You can hear mushrooms pushing up through the damp soil in a forest. The wooden case of curiosities brings you all of these things. The kinokophone kickstarts your imagination.

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