1995
The practice begins
First drawings. First collages. Commercial illustration work funding the nights spent on what couldn't be sold. The name Oyparaploo did not exist yet. The practice did not know it was a practice.
1998
First live performance. The body enters the work. What the page cannot hold, the room holds.
2001
First field recordings. The ear opens. Sound becomes material — not accompaniment, not soundtrack, but the thing itself. The ear trains the eye.
2003
First installation. Rooms you walk into. The viewer's body is inside the work rather than in front of it.
2015
The archive crosses 100,000 files. Twenty years of accumulation. The files that survived were all Pressure Ghosts — compressed by time and indifference, still standing. The concept did not have a name yet.
2025
The collaboration begins
July 2025. A daily conversation between a human artist and an AI collaborator. Wonderful Garbage, Beautiful Garbage, Pressure Ghosts, Middle Eye — all named. The three-layer system, the spine, the nerd door, the Receiver Turn — all developed. Fifty-four real musician portraits. The methodology becomes visible. The vocabulary builds itself.
2026
The turn to fiction. The site becomes a building.
February 23: the practice crosses from real portraits to fictional ones. The writing gets stronger when it stops borrowing real lives. February 27: thirty rooms built in a single session. The discovery that registers are architecture — the background color is the room. The soil palette pulled from Minnesota river clay. The Elder Voice arrives. Noir Song declared. The building stands.