Sarah Davachi
Gave In Rest

The sound of the unspoken.

Light, spiritual, rhythmic silences, strings, ivory keys, voices, effects, they fly gently through the meshes of a bright solar ambient drone canvas. Grains, unspoken words, whispers, shy appearances. Movements born from nothing, appeared, discreetly absent but unwittingly main architects of changes in the silent staticity of sound.

A path without directions, bodies float like dust in the sunbeams, elusive. They guide us without taking us by the hand, in absolute freedom we move among fixed unspoken words, whispers perhaps imagined. They take shape, increasingly rich in meanings.

Slowly, freedom is savored. Peace, boredom, the soft colors in transformation, the moment is contemplated, the magic of waiting for an emotion suspended in time is intuited.

The enchantment of an unspoken word that fills with meaning, a sweet whisper, a light shiver that without realizing it vanishes into the sound.