Matthias Puech
Hollow
“… sketching cartography of the invisible, as introspective as unpredictable, in a unique sensory whirlwind…”
“… sketching cartography of the invisible, as introspective as unpredictable, in a unique sensory whirlwind…”
Something warm, soft, and crispy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
“… evocative titles, mystical symbols, and spiritual signs…”
“Some ideas slip away, like beautiful shooting stars. Others, by dint of playing them, begin to structure themselves. But there are no rules…”
“… a cosmic journey with cinematographic colours…”
Staying true to my self-assigned task of playing a record per day [and writing about it in the process], I reach out towards my shelves and pull out the following three records…
[…] a cocoon whose ascending and cyclical pulsations intoxicate us, as if under a hypnosis…