licht und blindheit
The event on stage is more than a spectacle.
The intense spotlight beam isolates the silhouette,
fixes it in space and annuls time. Blinded and
dumbstruck for a moment, the illuminated singer
no longer discerns the limits of the room around
him. An echo in the heart of the chance silence
strengthens the overwhelming impression of a
subterranean quest. Echoes of grottoes and cold
cathedrals, echoes of the infinite cosmos.
Categories of anguish tend to merge together: the
oppression of depths and the closed evoke dread of the
void, the corridors of the kingdom of the dead resound
in the far depths of ourselves like the idea of the infinite.
This spectacle is a ritual, one infinitely despairing
A shudder ... Those few seconds, free from vibrations,
are an eternity. In them, they condense the depth of inte-
rior reflections, funeral exploration of dark labyrinths, from
which only the unique and irredeemable end is certain.
Would the music be only punctuation and accentuation,
the frame more or less hewn from an absolute silence,
secretly sought after?
The blinding spotlight is a setting sun. The horizontal
light of dusk, which strikes the eyes without the head
having to look up. It is the hour of unmeasured shadows
announcing the return of darkness. Intermediary time zone
and moment of mixed emotions. Exaltation and depression