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“By dreams of marine flares and inflatables, buoyant smoke, percolating fret, one is weakened. Violence enters the imagination.” Bitumen, from The Road In is Not the Same Road Out by Karen Solie - https://www.google.com/books/edition/_/9vDdBAAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PA77&dq=by+dreams+of+marine+flares Cave of the Eye is an examination of the preternatural and shifts in collective understanding; offering a lens to view spectres in the psyche, as well as a metaphor for nature and its beautiful violent momentum. It flees the orchard and enters the sea In preparing these compositions, I became fascinated with a few moments in history, phantoms of the mind and explorations in immateriality*. Cave of the Eye is a meditative, improvisational performance recorded in one take. An emotional work of heavy harmonics. I imagined your internal space as indiscernible from the outside. A sea of noise and its tides washing through you. Atmospherics cascade across landscape and density folds in on air. This density is an act of decimation. To dissolve the self into an illusory terrain. A third space flickering under the curtain. *Source material: The Year of No Summer. A volcanic eruption in the early 1800’s that blocked out the sun, causing global crop devastation, floods and millions of deaths, but was the genesis of thousands of modern inventions for human preservation. Lasting three years and not one, it brought us the invention of the tin can, a lack of oats for horses inspired Kar
