Archive for November, 2015
Common theme emerges from within a swamp of micro-decisions.
A deliberate invitation to the dramatic side of chance; a hallucinatory depth of field.
An anonymous Chinese billionaire acquires the Royal Academy of Arts. It’s now a luxury Playboy mansion.
Ears and eyes in meditative respiration / memories bobbing to the surface of amnesia.
Emotional warmth circulates a cold, violently charged electronic scaffold.
Transient illumination and shadow; history imbued with ambiguity and nuance.
Three hours of harsh noise; putrid waste recycled into putrid waste.
A soup of voices. There are no hard surfaces.
Of private performance and intimate musical unity.
A long walk through the forest; the warmth of a fire-heated home.