… a drop on my fingers, two lips as a fuzz, a sun on our heads (is the pattern)
[2026]
for ensemble and lights (25')
commissioned by KNM Berlin
A large percussive sound lies at the core of the composition. Large not in volume, but in terms of
harmonic structure and resonance. A slow exploration of these spectral elements —each time
within increasingly narrower circles— feeds the very shape of the piece.
At times, windows open, and time seems to pause. And through these cracks, sharp beams pass
— like reflections of light that are nothing more than reminiscences of the original sound.
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A memory play. As time passes and memory fades, only traces remain — of what came before,
and of what is yet to come.
Memory as body, and memory as voice.
The large sound is ultimately revealed at the end. Large because it is infinitesimal.
The final circle lies beyond time — just as the sun lies beyond the universe and above our heads.
Evaporated sound.