Perforator & Austyn
Perforator Perforator
Austyn Austyn
Perforator Perforator
Hey Austyn, ever think about how a brick wall can hold a whole story in it? I was at that old warehouse we rebuilt last week, and the way the hammer hits the concrete felt like a steady drumbeat—like the building’s own heartbeat. Thought maybe you’d see some narrative in that rhythm.
Austyn Austyn
I love that image – a wall as a living score, each clang a note in the building’s pulse. When I watched the crew lay the last block, I felt the rhythm sync with my own heartbeats, like the structure was breathing with us. It’s the kind of quiet drama that makes me want to frame it, frame it in a film, maybe even frame it on a poster so people could see the story behind the sound.