Tour Paisajes Interrumpidos
for bass clarinet
The path gets steeper the further you go and the heat overwhelms the walk…
for solo flute
It was a white beautiful winter’s day.
I went for a walk in the frosty blue cold.
I saw the frozen waterfall. Still. Quiet.
improvisations for voice
I’m there. I listen, hear, interact, react.
Later, I relive it, remember it, recreate it.
I can no longer tell which sounds were real and which were imaginary. Does it matter?