When I was a child, I was fascinated by a barograph located near the small lake harbor where I grew up. It was a simple cylinder with a paper roll on which atmospheric fluctuations were recorded. The translation from weather to a continuous jagged line seemed beautifully abstract to me. In these "Seismographies", I explore the idea of a personal seismograph, records my own subjective impulse instead of registering the vibrations of the earth,
