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Jodi Rose

jodi (at) singingbridges (dot) net

 

 

Jodi Rose recorded the cables on the Anzac Bridge in 1995 while it was still under construction: even then she dreamed of creating a Global Bridge Symphony, listening to the sounds of bridges singing to each other around the world. After ten years dedicated to recording and amplifying the sounds of over sixty bridges; making on-site live installations and bridge compositions, Rose is mobilising the network of support to embark on the next stage and realisation of the Global Bridge Symphony.


Born in Sydney, Australia, Rose has created her niche with Singing Bridges, the project that has taken her around the world listening to bridge songs. Rose embraces a philosophy of Art in Context, cultural and location responsive to become an informal cultural ambassador, working in collaboration with artists, researchers, engineers and architects during her travels.

 

 
I am a house of sound, hearing and voice at once… a grotto of echoes, a musicassette, the ear’s pavilion, a question mark, wandering in the space of messages filled or stripped of sense… Michel Serres