a space and time where three generations of sound touch, pull and fuse
Imagine a dark space with islands of light and sound. Small separate traces of sounds fly around hastily. At times they illuminate the darkness, leaving bursts and flares of near blinding light. Miscible as these elusive substances are, they sometimes touch each other unavoidably. With only the slightest contact, the streams are pulled together with an incredible force. Coalescence. Moving ahead along the same path for a while – tied together – then suddenly, all is blown to smithereens again.
– photography by Robin Alysha Clemens