Recording sound is an amazingly silly experience. There's something so juvenile, so inherently childish and deeply connected to one's exploration of their ability to manipulate sounds one perceives in one's self-aware universe, that when one returns to that infantile exploration, one can simple giggle and gawk in amazement. As a child erratically taps foot and fist to any surface for simple pleasure, so too I regressed to that errant unrest. I sought out pleasure in sound, common and unique, grating and soothing. As Walter Murch pointed ought, in the womb one perceives sound above all else, and as I sought to perceive only sound, the days and ages were peeled back. I felt only like and unlike, pleasure and indifference. Pleasing sound comes in all sorts. The Cro-Magnan pleasures of crushing and smashing, share equally with the soothing sound of an individual's happy inflection in speech, or the serene calm of soft wind and the drone of the natural world.
Tech note: When recording sound (Foley especially) I found that the Foley actor often recreates a simply sound to create a pattern and often at too close of intervals. In the future I want to record ample silence before and after effects and keep the repetition minimal and singularity high. Also, mic placement and proximity was slightly inappropriate at times, losing integrity only slightly but enough to perturb me.