Notes From the Night Side

I work at night because the house is quiet and the signal is cleaner. Most of what I make starts as one sound played over and over until it stops being a sound and becomes a place.

Repetition gets a bad name. The alchemists repeated the same operation hundreds of times, dissolving and binding, waiting for the matter to change color. The change only comes if you stay with it.

Nothing is lost. It is only waiting to be heard differently.

These pieces ask for the same patience. Put them on, leave the room dark, and let them run past the point where you expect them to end.