Idea of a journey into the whiteness, white noise, white sound or the absence of sound.
A movement into the unknown the unknowable.
It has a metaphysical shape as well as a literal one.
The whole shape is a journey from the equator, heat or darkness into light white cold and what happens top light, sound, space.
The shape will take the form of mapping or actual journey.
Actual drawing of the lines of the maps.
A line is a journey in itself as it flows from one point to another.
Cycle moves from culture to the absence of culture.
From complex to sound to puritive sound.
Definitions of emptiness.
Post-Cagien ideas of silence.
A certain movement possible which can take place in the voice.
Journey into whiteness.
Moving into the whiteness – through the music as well as dramatically.
Imagine the most perfect blackout in the theatre.
An overture which sets the scene and suddenly the audience is plunged into complete blackness in which you hear a really quite extraordinary sound, a set of offerings. Not subtle. Very much reiterating that final blow of the Age of discovery. And then there is a movement into soft and warm lights – and into human beings, and you realise that these human beings are journey people (mappers, cartographers, scientists, people who have laid out language, anthropologists) and what you realise is that the journey, as the piece moves on, is the journey of discovery in the limits of the world.
By the last act we are moving into almost pure white, blinding light, as they move into Antarctica. They are moving into a space which is metaphorically is a space of death; something beyond light; something beyond knowability.
The thing about natural science is that it thinks it knows everything and there’s a certain point realises that actually it has its own limitations and after that there’s only God.
It’s that idea of moving into transcendence.
I’m responding to that whiteness. That snow blindness. That when there’s a snowstorm no one knows what’s up or down, what’s the sea, what’s the sky. The whiteness is everywhere and all around you. And it feels like a definition of everything that is pure. It relates to that notion of Music for the Spheres, a heavenly astro–quality, a quality of music is like in a non–physical realm.
In a way a movement from the world of machines to the world of angels; a movement from darkness into light. And the questions comes down to who’s performing it.
Glaciers overlapping continental plates Glaciers have their own sound. The sound of a content shifting is monolithic. Figuratively the sound of glaciers is the sound of time, because it’s so slow. As something monolithic and massive, the sound of a continent is inextricably moving towards it’s end
A ship under stress.
Because you can bury a stone in a glacier 10k years ago and at a certain point it will be revealed top the light. It’s like an image of time. But slow time. It’s this idea of relativity of time is that A is like a space on earth where God’s time works. It moves enormously slow. It’s not human time or the time of an individual human life, or the time of machines, or market places, or money. It’s the time of angels. It moves slowly. A day in Antarctica might be 10k years in our Antarctica. And so it’s not a machine winding down but a movement into serenity.