Dragonfly Thoughts
And the dragonfly came into existence...
To live just one single day...
But what to be beautiful for?
Delicate sounds cruelly intruded by naughty clashes...
Aim within no aim, form without form, words without any words...
From a perfectly clear form chaos is born, the delicate melody in the nick of time stops being systematic. Analysis and synthesis, creation and destruction. What seems to have an aim turns out to be practically pointless. The unpredictable mixture of opposing sounds becomes a structure, takes a pre-determined direction... to, just after a moment, head into the unnamed and undiscovered spaces of the artists' sound imagination...
Reality combined with the fog of the inner experiences, considerations of the dragonfly's existence, the contemplation of her thoughts, the creation of a new, more personal one...
