Bethan Kellough
Aven

I thought a lot, timidly leaning my ear against the cold wall.

"A World Beyond". Rocky liquid darkness in continuous slow movement.

Sounds slowly shape matter in a cyclical natural movement of the elements whose voice transfigures into an anthem to the silent contemplation of a dark sense of pleasure.

Cradled by the millennial dance of the waters, the arcane chants of the winds, digital movements with the luminous sound of a violin that, like a lode of gold, illuminates a majestic world in a prodigious balance between the natural and human sound.