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A Quiet Corner In Time began life as a sound work created by the composer Fisher Turner for renowned ceramicist and author Edmund de Waal’s architectural installation, – one way or other -, at the Schindler House in Los Angeles, and since then has metamorphosed into a standalone album release. The resonances and echoes of past and present, and of the crossing of territorial, disciplinary and artistic boundaries are multiple and overlapping in this project. While Fisher Turner works in sound, and de Waal’s medium here is solid materials, there is an inverse in their thinking – much of Fisher Turner’s work intensifies the material and solid aspects of sound, while de Waal talks of how he hears objects: “When I see objects I hear them, in some kind of way,” he explains, “so the visual weight of an object gets transferred into an aural space. That leads to music, or rhythm, or poetry.” The collaboration includes the Schindler House, family histories and the émigré experience; the strangeness of the everyday in an unfamiliar place, and of the everyday that is lost in the move. It brings together Fisher Turner’s composition, collaged and constructed from field recordings collected in Vienna and LA, alongside placed materials and architectural interventions: porcelain vessels and shards, furniture, and vitrines. A Quiet Corner In Time is a meditative drama, poised between action and stasis, mischief and grace. Some sounds are drawn out, combed into finely textured drones, while others remain starkly literal. We hear the creaks of rattling doors slamming shut; echoing steps of people moving through long corridors; cups and chatter in Viennese tearooms. The trapped harmonics in a vocal loop fall in, but lift before landing, and the small melodic chiming of porcelain shards resist syncing with the sounds of horses hooves, made percussive like castanets. Wooden coat hangers collide in the cloakroom of the Secession Building and a stolen glimpse of Rossini from the Opera House foyer appears, as does Ryuichi Sakamoto’s recordings of Mr Raku’s fine coffee and tea ceramics. In the background the house’s scent of soil and foliage is represented in recordings of bamboo from the house’s garden, while crashes of unprepared piano punctuate the work. Porcelain objects click and rattle throughout, in rhythms that accelerate as they come to rest. “I wanted it to be beautiful,” says Fisher Turner, who has vivid memories of the intensity of scent and light in the house.