Suprematist animation of a winter night in upstate New York where all the objects decompose into a series of abstracted compositions and the ice sheets move around and the tree trunks become chopsticks. I watched the animation to create the chant to go with it. To my surprise, it had a very ethnic Berber sound to it. I found that very personal chants vibrate with the cells inside our bodies which are full of our ancestral dna heritage. This dna probably has a sonic memory and might release old sounds and chants from our subconscious and transmit it to our breath which carries it to the voice.
lundi 23 avril 2012
Suprematist animation of a winter night in upstate New York where all the objects decompose into a series of abstracted compositions and the ice sheets move around and the tree trunks become chopsticks. I watched the animation to create the chant to go with it. To my surprise, it had a very ethnic Berber sound to it. I found that very personal chants vibrate with the cells inside our bodies which are full of our ancestral dna heritage. This dna probably has a sonic memory and might release old sounds and chants from our subconscious and transmit it to our breath which carries it to the voice.
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