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Hailen Jackson is a electronic musician based in Southern  Utah.

 Featured on BBC Radio 1, Bandcamp Daily, Spotify’s “Ambiente”, video games, short films, and various playlists.


ALBUMS

04/05/22   DRIFT 5
 11/17/21   CODA
08/25/21   THE SECRETS WE KEEP
 03/25/21   DRIFT 4                
11/24/20   DRIFT 3                  
11/10/20   EXALT                    
06/16/20   DRIFT 2                
04/30/20   DRIFT                    
04/13/20   SELECTED DITTY WORKS 2    
 03/09/20   SELECTED DITTY WORKS      
 01/17/19   REBUILD                  
Drift 5
Coda
The Secrets We Keep
Drift 4
Drift 3
Exalt
Drift 2
Drift
Selected Ditty Works 2
Selected Ditty Works
Rebuild

EPS

10/18/18   DELIVERY TIME OST        
08/16/18   GROOVE                    
 03/01/18   SWIM                      
 01/14/18   SICK                      
 11/17/17   NONPLUSED                

Delivery Time OST
Groove
Swim
Sick
Nonplused

SINGLES

09/16/21   PROCESS (FEAT. PEACHOLE & MADDI BAIRD)     05/26/21   AMOR FATI (FEAT. BEARDY, JESS PLUTO, SLEEPYHAZE & MADDI BAIRD)
07/22/20   EUPNEA
06/01/19   BLOOM                    
Process
Amor Fati
Eupnea
Bloom

COLLABORATIONS

MADDI BAIRD
 BEAU ELLIOT
 PATRICK EDELL
 AUSTIN MACDONALD
GEOV CHOUTEAU

MERCH


Beau Elliott Shirt
Drift 4 Tape
Coda CD
Coda Tape
Exalt Tape

PRESS


Hailen Jackson Connected His Plants to Synths to Make a Moving Ambient Album - BANDCAMP

Spotify‘s Ambiente - Featuring The Secrets We Keep I - Hailen Jackson

 HAILEN JACKSON - WAITING : BBC RADIO 1 - WIND DOWN WITH ROSS FROM FRIENDS

Hailen Jackson

Arcana Mundi —
Economy and Eccentricity

Abstraction & Empirical Illustration

We live our lives made up of a great quantity of isolated instants. So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things. (From the Double Dream of Spring, 1970.)



“Profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”
(Shelley)


A rock is a perfect metaphor, an allegory in volume. When placed it’s sculptural limits beget a kind of artistic proposition — and when considered with reduced anthropomorphism and ungeologically — produce a ready-made analog to the causation and bounds of our attempts at the understanding of all things.
  1. Gavrilo Princip’s last grocery list written
  2. The time that alligator ate that fish
  3. When the Yongzheng Emperor found that weird dust bunny under his throne
  4. The great earthquake of Alexandria
  5. The invention of expectation in literature
  6. When the heaviest cacao fruit fell in Takalik Abaj
  7. Animesh eats his first Fly Agaric mushroom

Here the sculptor has made no concessions; no attempts to curry favor with curators or collectors — pieces wholly outside discourse. And if pressed for an affiliate movement for these “sculptures” (i.e. Cubism, Mannerism, etc.)… perhaps Monism or Cosmogonism? Definitely not Conceptualism or Pataphysics — Actualism?
        The analog? Well for sure it is 1:1. Weird; yes — a knot to be admired for it’s curves — not for untying. An emergent surface as thick as it’s mass. 
         Were it possible for the instances of our minds or world events to be mapped and dimensionally materialized, something similar to a rock would appear — areas of smoothness yielding to pockmarked particularities, density shifts and feathered explosions. What really is the shape of a boom town? A pilgrim’s journey? A section of jungle mayhem? A boring era? The silhouette of a father’s cold slap? The contours of a brief, intense friendship? Comfortably we perceive all of these things as ready to be integrated into ledgers or novels or timelines; but really they are queer crags and striations of unimaginable idiosyncrasy.
       So yes, the reflective, reasonable yield of our mind has much symmetry (computation, cataloguing, narrativizing, etc.) but it’s actual shape is no shape, but unfolding chaos and singularity visible only to our particular time-scale. Our species-wide symmetries and quantizations are basically improvisations white-labeled onto directionless infinitude attempting the constant creation of navigable Dimension.
        So, look intimately at a rock, walk around it, get up close to it, savor it’s complexion and composition as you would any painting or temple and see it as the faultless mirror that it is — a truly perfect sculpture.