Unforeseen dusk: bones into wings

In this piece, the voices do not tell stories. They transmit sensorial events of nacked emotions: voice as breath, as noise, as flight, a kind of butoh of the voice. An opera of sorts, the piece reaches deep internal regions of the self. The voice is situated within an orchestral primordial forest, jungle, a vast wilderness of unstoppable and uncontrolled growth. There is life everywhere … The piece invites the listener to vestiges of undiscovered connectivity between external and internal nature, which is at the same time deeply familiar, vulnerable and touching, and equally strange, foreign but above all, synaesthetic.
Chaya Czernowin