Crosshatch (2004)

An 18-minute piece derived from a live performance.

No coincidences: alike the initial mover, the piece begins with a soft stroke which unfolds a unidirectional ‘dynamic’ energy throughout the first part. The dancing figure arises from a ducked position, heads straight forward but turns out to be a vulnerable object. Maximally reduced but nevertheless exploring the properties of tortuousity, the listener is thrown into a panopticum comprised of shattered items. A visual presentation of synchronous, different viewpoints, phrases which revolve, counterparts that are not contradictory. A concealed pompe des nuages is operating and produces castings and spew outs as a new landscape. What is a poetic affection? Distant sound traces cautiously underline the barren foreground like sheet lightning. And right in the middle of it a short melodic fragment, like an obelisk standing on a grey deserted square, its skin made of oil.

Crosshatch (excerpt)