from a tiny island in the south pacific.

for quite sometime, I've had a fascination with desert islands. quite specifically the islands created by volcanic activity deep within the earth's crust in the south pacific region of the earth. there is a remarkable romanticism and mysticism that surrounds this geographical area. perhaps it's the fact that these islands have remained silent for thousands of years. it is one of my dreams to visit this area of the earth. about a year ago I had written a piece of music that accompanied what I thought and felt the soundtrack of an ocean adventure in the polynesia would sound like.

imagery of square waveforms mimicking the sounds of the deep blue sea. the sounds of the surf and the razor silence of the sea. pirates. the wind creating a high pitched squeal as it rubbed up against the surface of the ocean almost like the static white noise of a half tuned radio station. open and free. to get lost at sea would be the ultimate waking up to selfhood.

oceania -- from a tiny island in the south pacific