released May 24, 2025

Raw, fleeting, disfigured — breaking through the cracks like weeds through concrete.
A rebellion against the self. Against the urge to please, to polish, to resolve.
A controlled fall. A dance between chaos and pattern.

Meant to disorient. To move. To interrupt.

A celebration of not pretending.

This work leans toward a non-dual listening — where no line separates beauty from abrasion, nor pitch from noise. There’s no subject, no object. Only the sound of falling water near a stone. A hum that could be harmony, or just friction made gentle by time.

It draws from Dada not in style but in gesture — refusing meaning as fixed, embracing disruption as form. Like Zen, it invites without asking. The music doesn’t develop — it arrives, disappears, and remains.

This is apophatic sound art — not built on themes, but on the refusal of them.
It doesn’t declare, it negates. Not a construction of beauty, but a slow erosion of its false appearances.
The sound exists as absence made audible — like the gap between waves, or the breath between two conflicting thoughts.