Heliochrysum
We Become Mist
“… like the great machine that moves the universe, it slowly awakens creating a choir of shooting stars and dense breathing matter…”
“… like the great machine that moves the universe, it slowly awakens creating a choir of shooting stars and dense breathing matter…”
“… dust and ash role in, filling the streets of the former city with the memory of distant fires…”
“… low, raspy textures, deep melancholy sighs, and soft fluttering sails of cello…”
“… there is an equilibrium within the constant movement of the music…”
“… on heavily contrasting light and shadows, in art, in music, and in life…”
“… where gorgeous suggestive colors can be seen on the horizon between sky and sea…”
“… stripping away at the layers of sound, until you are left all alone, surrounded by the inaudible absence…”
“… made of contrasting lights and harsh elements where time seems to stand still, circling the moment…”
“… a feeling of travelling back in time to my past while experiencing the music in new ways in the present…”
“… dedicated to the continuing tragedy which is experienced daily by migrants in the Mediterranean…”
“… sketching cartography of the invisible, as introspective as unpredictable, in a unique sensory whirlwind…”