The Woman Seen Sweeping the Sea: Annabel Nicolson escaping notice.

If a piano becomes silenced through dereliction, keys detached like so much loose kindling, is it still a piano? I asked that question, silently to myself, watching Annabel Nicolson’s Piano Film (Camden Arts Centre, Film in Space, group show selected by Guy Sherwin) and asked another, more troubling question, of whether Annabel’s work is still her work when she is not present? “It is what happens to things when they are not being looked at that puzzles me,” she once wrote.

I had not become unconscious of her work, not turned away from it. Last summer, after lengthy deliberation and equivocation I wrote an extended essay on the subject of Circadian Rhythm. This concert was devised by Evan Parker as a continuous 24-hour performance for eight players – himself, myself, Paul Lytton, Paul Lovens, Max Eastley, Annabel Nicolson, Paul Burwell and Hugh Davies – for Music/Context, the festival of environmental music that I organised for the LMC in 1978. Edited sections had been released on an Incus LP in 1980 but now Evan was proposing a release of the complete 13 hours of playing achieved on that July night 35 years ago. Paul Burwell and Hugh Davies had since died; in preparing my essay I spoke to the remaining players but Annabel’s communications dwelled only on the difficulty of beginning to speak about it, then on the impossibility of the task. She was living in the Northwest Highlands of Scotland, “with gales to listen to often.” Perhaps in the spring, she said. I am ashamed to say I could not wait any longer.

Escaping Notice was the title of a book she published in 1977. Prophetic, maybe? I spent time with the fragments on display at Camden – all silent amid whirring clamour – trying to find within them my own memory of Annabel, finding only tantalising wisps of her presence stuffed into that most abject means of archival display: the PVC display book. Escaping Notice also possesses that fugitive quality: its thin translucent papers through which texts and photographs are faintly visible; the events which are as nondescript as the flatness of Norfolk she describes with such cunning wit; the modesty of her anecdotes undermined by their doubtful veracity, and a detached third person self-anthropology which  documents the artist, Miss Nicolson, as log rolling down a hill, or film star in the company of Mike Leggett, or sweeping the sea. As far back as 1974, she was engaged in low-key pursuit of the now earnestly fashionable practice of ‘walking’ (or should that be ‘practice of walking’?), though we may surmise that these walks were not strenuous, encompassing as they did visits to jumble sales, buying postcards in the Garrigil post office or the observation of stick insects flying in strict formation, noted while Miss Nicolson lay in a cornfield above Corton Denham. In many of these works she calls upon the humble medium of local newspapers to recount the exotic life of a stranger, passing through rural communities as a woman of mystery, searching for the ineffable, the minor incident barely worthy of comment, or the more serious business of vanishing footpaths. Her observations of the woman sweeping the sea in July 1975 form a brief document worthy of the disinterested observer, perhaps a man detained for a few moments while walking his dog: “Her lack of direction was plain and she seemed to have plenty of time. After a while one realised that she was less distinct, though not actually further away. Perhaps it was deliberate this trick of making herself part of the background of being just slightly out of focus.”

Now she is more than slightly out of focus, a subtle commingling of dry wit, ephemerality and modesty conspiring with her physical absence to render her almost invisible. Of course I am happy to see her represented in a London exhibition, in a context to which she belongs, yet I remember her differently, as somebody who thought deeply about convergent strategies in the 1970s and created opportunities as an organiser, publisher, writer, curator and artist to open up spaces to those strategies.

Much of her thinking seemed to embrace that which is not there or cannot be objectified, and so she was drawn to sound, to smoke, to light and dark, to silence. In a recorded conversation between Annabel, Steve Beresford and Paul Burwell (MUSICS, no. 8, July 1976), conducted at the old Piano Factory in Camden Town, north London, she spoke of finding a piano in the yard of the factory: “It was deteriorating and when it rained the keys started to float. It played by itself and the keys moved around quietly.” Magic is always present as a possibility, quiet magic in the background, and the possibility of the artist slipping away quietly, to become anonymous as the work becomes autonomous. Phenomena are left to take care of their own work of entrancement.

For a later issue of MUSICS magazine (no. 20, December 1978) published after the Music/Context Festival, she contributed a page that collected together the sources of her participation in Circadian Rhythm but also captured the non-dimension field of its unfolding, as an event within time and darkness. So there are marks, evidence of charring, fibrous plant materials, and references to the song of women pearl divers of Taiwan, sparks thrown into water, a hidden fire, lights in trees, the room filled with smoke, and from Mark Twain perhaps, two stories: the frogs of New Orleans whose song would rise in volume when the steamboats passed, and then thick fog on the river, people in small vessels banging tins pans so the steamboats wouldn’t run over them. Hidden drumming, she wrote.

Even then she was rather hidden herself, one of the only women in a cluster of male dominated scenes. Again, her anthropology came into play, particularly in the improvised music setting of the London Musicians Collective. “One of the things that puzzled me,” she wrote in Resonance magazine (vol. 8, no. 2/vol. 9, no. 1, 2000) was just how little the musicians, all men at that time, seemed to talk to each other. Often they would meet and with barely a word prepare to play together. There appeared to be very little communication in any recognisable sense. Then somehow out of this apparent absence of communication would come the most wonderful sounds.” At the same time, she was acutely conscious of her own voice. Her essay – Transcript from indistinct recording of a talk performed in the reading room of Slade School of Art 13/3/79 (MUSICS, no 22, June 1979) is an object lesson in what we now call reflexivity, or performativity, the question of the voice (particularly the female voice) as social medium, performance tool, expressive and reflective marker of the self, along with the necessity of listening with a willingness to understand. “I’ve been thinking recently,” she wrote in 1978, “that performances are almost like lectures, focussing thought as a means of sounding out what is most urgent in one’s mind.” Reading that again took my breath away, since it is almost exactly what I have been thinking about my own work in recent years. Sometimes we internalise a borrowed thought, unconsciously make it our own, and there it lies sleeping for years, until shaken awake by the right circumstances.

What her talk at the Slade made clear is that there was no such thing as a definable ‘practice’ or ‘intact’ work, as she put it; rather an evolving form of performance which might take many forms. For this there is no validation, no archive, only the ghostly trace of somebody fishing in darkest night in search of a quarry barely distinguishable from its environs. When sound art is discussed, or improvised music, or performance art, or the voice, or writing about sound, ‘Miss Nicolson’ has somehow slipped the net, despite her centrality to the evolution of these interrelated arts. This seems to me to be a profound injustice, but also the way of things. Monuments are constructed and under cover of darkness small chisels chip away at their presumption and perfection.

MUSICS magazine (spanning the years 1975-1979) is a treasure trove of ideas and information but one of the pieces I treasure most is a conversation between Annabel and Max Eastley. They are two of my favourite artists and much-loved friends, that’s one reason why, but they have a sensibility in common which is strengthened by their exchange of ideas, and the ideas are as intoxicating as they are fragile: the night-blooming sirius that opens only one night of each year; a tree shadow frozen in ice; the blazing tar barrels of Shetland Island rites; Gaelic song not as folk music but as reverence for the phenomena of its subject; a raft of straws; fireflies in cages and oily birds, threaded through with wicks, flame spouting from their mouths; the effect of Galloway dykes on frightened sheep; the projected image of a bird that was, in fact, a crack in a glass roof; the shock of twigs cracking very loudly as she walked on them. Coming and going. The presence of materials. Scattered images but potent, they exemplify the open work. In the sound of the voice they find cohesion. “Nothing else is needed, just the means you have, like your voice,” she wrote. “Performance is a struggle and in a sense things are coming from far away because they are coming from something silent and making a huge leap towards being audible. Something very ancient about it.”

About davidtoop

Ricocheting as a 1960s teenager between blues guitarist, art school dropout, Super 8 film loops and psychedelic light shows, David Toop has been developing a practice that crosses boundaries of sound, listening, music and materials since 1970. This practice encompasses improvised music performance (using hybrid assemblages of electric guitars, aerophones, bone conduction, lo-fi archival recordings, paper, sound masking, water, autonomous and vibrant objects), writing, electronic sound, field recording, exhibition curating, sound art installations and opera (Star-shaped Biscuit, performed in 2012). It includes eight acclaimed books, including Rap Attack (1984), Ocean of Sound (1995), Sinister Resonance (2010), Into the Maelstrom (2016, a Guardian music book of the year, shortlisted for the Penderyn Music Book Prize), Flutter Echo (2019) and Inflamed Invisible (2019). Briefly a member of David Cunningham’s pop project The Flying Lizards (his guitar can be heard sampled on “Water” by The Roots), he has released fifteen solo albums, from New and Rediscovered Musical Instruments on Brian Eno’s Obscure label (1975) and Sound Body on David Sylvian’s Samadhisound label (2006) to Entities Inertias Faint Beings (2016) and Apparition Paintings (2020) on Lawrence English’s ROOM40 label. His 1978 Amazonas recordings of Yanomami shamanism and ritual - released on Sub Rosa as Lost Shadows (2016) - were called by The Wire a “tsunami of weirdness” while Entities Inertias Faint Beings was described in Pitchfork as “an album about using sound to find one’s own bearings . . . again and again, understated wisps of melody, harmony, and rhythm surface briefly and disappear just as quickly, sending out ripples that supercharge every corner of this lovely, engrossing album.” In the early 1970s he performed with sound poet Bob Cobbing, butoh dancer Mitsutaka Ishii and drummer Paul Burwell, along with key figures in improvisation, including Derek Bailey, Evan Parker, Georgie Born, Hugh Davies, John Stevens, Lol Coxhill, Frank Perry and John Zorn. In recent years he has returned to collaborative performance, working with many artists and musicians including Rie Nakajima, Akio Suzuki, Max Eastley, Tania Caroline Chen, John Butcher, Ken Ikeda, Elaine Mitchener, Henry Grimes, Sharon Gal, Camille Norment, Sidsel Endresen, Alasdair Roberts, Thurston Moore, Jennifer Allum, Miya Masaoka, Extended Organ (with Paul McCarthy and Tom Recchion), Ryuichi Sakamoto and a revived Alterations, the iconoclastic improvising quartet with Steve Beresford, Peter Cusack and Terry Day first formed in 1977. He has also made many collaborative records, including Buried Dreams and Doll Creature with Max Eastley, Breath Taking with Akio Suzuki, Skin Tones with Ken Ikeda, Garden of Shadows and Light with Ryuichi Sakamoto and co-productions (with Steve Beresford) for Frank Chickens, the 49 Americans and Ivor Cutler. Major sound art exhibitions he has curated include Sonic Boom at the Hayward Gallery, London (2000) and Playing John Cage at the Arnolfini Gallery, Bristol (2005-6). In 2008, a DVD of the Belgian film – I Never Promised You a Rose Garden: A Portrait of David Toop Through His Records Collection – was released by Sub Rosa, and in 2017 his autobiography – Flutter Echo: Living Within Sound – was published by Du Books in Japan. His most recent records are Dirty Songs Play Dirty Songs (Audika, 2017), Suttle Sculpture (Paul Burwell and David Toop live, 1977, Sub Rosa, 2018), John Cage: Electronic Music for Piano with Tania Chen, Thurston Moore and Jon Leidecker (Omnivore, 2018), Apparition Paintings (ROOM40, 2020), Field Recordings and Fox Spirits (ROOM40, 2020), Until the Night Melts Away (with Sharon Gal and John Butcher, Shrike, 2021) and Garden of Shadows and Light (with Ryuichi Sakamoto, 33-33, 2021). He is Professor Emeritus at London College of Communication.
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17 Responses to The Woman Seen Sweeping the Sea: Annabel Nicolson escaping notice.

  1. Steve Beresford says:

    Thanks, David.

    Beautiful piece.


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  2. Mike Cooper says:

    Do I remember Annabell doing a ‘shoe dance’ sound piece on the metal staircase entrance to the LMC or did I invent that or maybe she meant to?

  3. voxoculi says:

    Another beautiful and inspiring essay, David. Thank you.

  4. Betsy W Curlin says:

    An incredibly insightful and poetic essay. It carries it’s own music in the rhythm of the prose.

  5. Lucy Reynolds says:

    Thank you David for such as beautiful piece on Annabel – and for opening up a side of her work that I don’t know much about. I recently wrote my PHD on her work because I’ve been so enchanted by it – feeling, like you, it’s fugitive pull. She is an extraordinary artist and it’s true that the room at Camden can’t do justice to the breadth and magic of her practice – but hopefully it makes her presence – for a new generation of artists as well as us. I hope she reads your piece – I’m sure she will be very moved.

    • davidtoop says:

      I appreciate your comments, Lucy, thank you and hope I didn’t seem too negative about the space she is given at Camden. Communicating her work is almost impossible – it’s one of those ‘you had to be there’ situations, but in such cases I feel we have to fight for the words or the means because such important artists can disappear from sight. I’m nervous about Annabel reading this piece, frankly, because it could be construed as invasive, but I’ve been reflecting on it since last summer and the show at Camden (and my talk next week) provided the trigger.

  6. John Emr says:

    Sounds like the sound of silence.

  7. Very interesting points you have observed , thankyou for posting . “It is seldom that liberty of any kind is lost all at once.” by David Hume

  8. rusinurbis84 says:

    Dear David-
    I doubt if you remember me, but I met you with Paul and Annabel when I was doing film at the RCA
    at the time of Rain In the Face, claustrophobic wasps etc.and once gave you a lift on my motorbike back to your place in Muswell Hill, where you perhaps remain, if the reference to Queens Wood is that one, where I was lost and failing to identify bird calls only the other day.

    I was extremely moved to come across your very sensitive piece on Annabel, it opened some kind of crack in the decades through which poured the evanescent essence of a particular time and a very special person who lit up lots of others. Great to know she’s back in the Gael (gale?) tacht (??) of her childhood summers, still listening.if not travelling.

    Also good to have heard your “crooning on venus ” etc doubtless a background influence along with Burwell’s various assertions on my recently adopted if fairly offhand musical practice that can be found rattling in the usual places under the name “humminhuman”

    all the best,

    William Milne

  9. How amazing to find this on Annabel and its beautifully written. I have a copy of Escaping Notice which is still my favourite book and she is still my favourite artist. Thanks for reminding me of the qualities of someone very special. I was taught by Annabel in the late 70’s and we remained friends. I have always been very inspired and influenced by her and her work. I recently saw her again and she was just the same – a beautiful, sensitive person whose life is a work of art! I’m sure she would be interested in your piece and not offended. She told me about the performance at Camden Arts Centre which she really enjoyed doing as she hadn’t been doing ‘public’ performances for a while and working, collaborating with artists she had worked with in the past like Guy Sherwin.
    Sara Everett Holden

    • davidtoop says:

      Thank you Sara. It’s very nice to hear this response from somebody who knows Annabel.

      • Hi David,
        Thanks for your reply – Annabel deserves recognition for being one of the first conceptual artists alongside her male peers who have become famous – her thoughts and ideas in Escaping Notice and in her performances are thought provoking, intelligent, sometimes humorous, and always interesting. So I am so glad that you have highlighted her work and life as an artist and that her voice can be heard again. She was amused to hear that she was the subject of this blog when I spoke to her last week and was really pleased to hear that I had participated in it and made contact with you David in particular. I am an visual artist, running environmental workshops and events in natural settings as well as creating public art, whilst I see you are a sound artist / musician – perhaps there is the chance of collaboration sometime. I would be interested to read your extended essay on the subject of Circadian Rhythm – is it online anywhere?
        Best wishes, Sara

      • davidtoop says:

        Hi Sara,
        It’s good to hear you’re in constant touch with Annabel. The Circadian Rhythm essay has yet to be published. Originally it was intended for a release of the complete Circadian Rhythm recordings but Evan Parker decided to pull out of record releasing. I dare say it will be published at some point, hopefully with the recordings. Best, David.

      • Hi David,
        Mostly Annabel and my contact for the past 28 years has been written but I have been in London more regularly lately so we have been able to resume our communications in person which has been a real nsight as so much time has flowed under the bridge , so to speak. However, we still speak the same language as people and artists and it was fantastic to introduce my daughter to her recently who at 21 was the same age as I was when I first met Annabel and was tutored by her at Wimbledon. Rhiannon was enchanted by her as I was and has grown up always knowing of Annabel and her art. The Circadian Rhthym sounds a ‘sure thing’ – I look forward to its publication – please let me know when.

  10. Alison Lloyd says:

    Dear David, I have come to this piece on Annabel Nicolson only in the last year having read your equally insightful post on Marie Yates. I started to write to Annabel, thanks to Lucy Reynolds almost two years ago as part of my PhD research. I hadn’t read this post and your comments about Escaping Notice. We met very briefly at Wysing Polyphonic and I talked about my visit to the river Dart and Hembury Woods and asked you about your memories. I wondered if it would be possible to continue this conversation and formalise it for my research. I am an artist working with landscape, mostly hill, moor and mountainous areas. I studied Fine Art at Cardiff College of Art graduating in 1979. Our area was called ‘environmental media’ essentially conceptual and process led. I recently returned to practice and it is partly because of the time at which I studied that I am re looking at the work of Annabel Nicolson.

    • davidtoop says:

      Dear Alison, Thank you for your nice comment. I remember speaking to you at Wysing Poly last year. I’d like to continue the conversation and will send you my email address.
      Best, David

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