Music strikes an area, not a point. The hunter divides his territory in a melodic counterpoint. He plays the field like a flute. In his dream he selects a sleeper. There’s so much he hasn’t told you, about how quickly his soul is aging, how it feels like a basement he keep filling with everything, that he’s tired of surviving.
Bultheel and Iezzi deconstruct sounds and build modular music making machines to shuffle and playback collected sounds through choreographed, game-like compositions.
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