This one was formed using a concave metal bowl and tones generated from a home made (analogue)synth. Recently I read a precursor to Holy Mountain, an unfinished book called Mount Analogue. It's a tale of the possibility of dreams and the existence of a place that manifests by the strength of the imagination a group of people share. Thinking about topographies, landscapes and the percentage of water on earth, the movements are like a microcosmic, sped up and compressed version on planetary changes leaving traces of movements for future eyes. As the paint rolls and unfolds these same impressions, sound frozen in the undulated layers of color, leaving a marking of its actual flow and direction on the tiny terrain.
Enjoy the life of the invisible and its infinite potentials to activate the mind!