20. Slant of light

Winter light — tilted and imperfect — thus becomes a prism through which the soundscape shatters, giving rise to a cycle of dissolution and recomposition. The musical environment is conceived as an unstable surface, marked by increasingly charged voids, by distortions that accumulate until they explode into a kind of sonic meltdown, and by silences that gain body and resonance until they themselves are transformed into autonomous sound matter. The sonic discourse is structured as a process of temporal dilation and progressive disintegration, and as a relationship between two opposing lines of force: on the one hand, a relatively stable flow with slow, heavy harmonies inspired by organ melodies, subjected to progressive rarefaction — sounds fragment, words are reduced to sighs, breaths, whispers, pedal resonances; on the other hand, a silence that grows in tension — echoes, valve clicks, electronic distortions, urban noises — until collapse. What remains is emptiness, but a living emptiness: silences become sound matter, amplified by contact microphones and reverberated in space, until they are transformed into loops and feedback that close the work. Feedback is nothing other than the accumulation of resonances, which initially can express themselves only through silence. Their overlapping generates this sonic laceration.

The artwork, in symbiosis with the musical piece, presents itself as an expanded artist’s book, a fragile body that invites careful approach and slow gesture. Traditionally a place of protection, the book here becomes a sensitive skin, subjected to tension, pressure, and progressive revelation. Turning the pages means taking part in a process of disintegration: the bubble wrap deforms, bursts, and reveals what it contains, transforming the spectator’s gesture into a performative action. Fragments of mosaic, threads, and translucent materials trace points of fracture and suture. Light does not illuminate but cuts, weighs, and leaves an inner trace rather than a visible form, evoking Emily Dickinson’s poem “There’s a certain Slant of light.”