éléonore piret



before the bells (my prayers won’t remain)
moulay bouchta khammar - al wahda
une  boîte est une maison,
       une maison est une boîte
where dust gathers
essay of the empty
moment
phosphène
le septième jour - postritual reflexion
portraits
blueprint for a third body
altamira
je n’ai pris au tragique  
       que le bonheur
ni dieu ni maître
genesis
essay of the empty

In between trains and buses, walking through New-York. Slow and internal landscape shaped by fragments of the city. Layers of sound, held in suspension rather than progression. Low frequencies, softened tones and distant traces open a space between density and silence, where listening becomes a state of drift and quiet attention.

Field recording, synthetiser