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I want to say thank you to:
Federico Ferrarini and Ginevra Gadioli for the occasion. I hope I fullfilled your expectations.
Alessandro Cailotto for being such a great sound partner. Palazzo Camozzini for the wonderful location.
Antoine for suggesting me articles about black and white holes and dynamic of fluids, which I haven't understand completely, but from which I got a lot of suggestions.
V.E.R-V. team for letting me use the #Soundbox for the mixing process, and for being what I think can be called family.
Step by step... I am not stopping here. I am thirsty as hell.
Here it is a couple of ideas I was writing down to understand better what I had into my mind.
The final is a "redshifting".
"Vesseldata - the data. Information in samples, pixels, concepts, transferred through digital roads, similar to wormholes. Is it possible to saturate the information ? If the channels multiplies, and the space expands, is 'too much' still 'too much' ? Does it find a new way of being, a complex texture knowable as unique, a precise mixture ? Where is the limit between new feelings and apathy ?
The data here is stretched, intensively elaborated, destroyed in grains and melted in new morphologies. Lost atoms, running towards death or towards new life.
In a May morning I was walking inside Saint Michele cemetery in Venice and, as I felt someone was silently whispering to me, I turned my head, looking the way I just passed. An idea strucked me: what if I knew all of them, all the people buried there, as we were confidants for a long time, feeling the love coming from my memories of them.
I felt immediatly pushed to the ground, as if my body was suddenly attracted by the earth, as if the pressure of the atmosphere became incredibly high. I felt as there were a magnet at the center of the earth squeezing me down and my eyes became heavy. The shadows became more evidents than the light lingus.
Levi-Strauss once wrote that probably the best way to know a society is to know its relationship with the deads and death.
Now I was in a city.
Is the cemetery a portal ? Like a black hole, is it connected to a white hole somewhere else, as some theories suggest ? Similirarly, are our PC and smartphone screens a portal for another place? Are the sum of all datas a physical space ? But most importantly: is death the line towards new state of being or a new form? Is coming into this world a trasformation into the form and matter called "human" ?
Here the thoughts relate to Federico's opera: the cellula, the sun, thousand of lines and elements sucked inside the magnetic center of the opera. A red wormhole cracking its way to the unknown.
He was painting about Life, among the other things; I was composing about Death, among the other things. "
- Genre
- Electroacoustic music