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.