Where does the meaning of the image end? And how much time has passed? Eons, eternity?
Those are curtains suspended over the abyss, remote calls that have neither beginning nor end… Stories within Stories, like Reflections within Reflection.
Sometimes it’s impossible to determine what started before, and so we sit and contemplate the Panorama, waiting…
Life need to burst in at some point, and it has to do so brilliantly and violently, breaking our breath, retracing, from inside to outside, the whole Alchemical path of Atavistic Memory.
Calls in the Darkness, obscure tides… It is the beginning of the musical track, the one in which Life remains suspended between percussions and ritual sound miasms…
Here the idea is thrown in power, ready to burst.
An abundant offering of blood is what it ultimately asks for, what it wants to be fed on.
An ascent to the Underworld that responds to a Call from the Deep.
Vision that thunders, curtains that rise on the vertiginousness of the „Now“, and then screams, delirium, recognition, branding…
Now and always the Vision will expand up to include the whole sound path, which evolves as a Whole Process, and whose Meaning is dilating in the different sound fragments… And “Efflatus”, is an important part of this process: it runs in dilation up to tear the veil, bestially, when the Vision becomes apocalyptic.
It is a New Life that rises in the swarming darkness, a sinuous snake that penetrates into the veins, and finally tears away the Viscera….
A call that demands Violence, blood, death, and that in the sinuous process of the sound path impregnates the image….
All this and more, living beyond image and sound, is “EFFLATUS”.
