Friday, 14 November 2008



troylloyd said...

i can conjure no words to transfer my immediate experience of this piece, but it's something like a feather, that is, an instrumental element for natural flight, yr expressivity becomes my expressivity & in this specific extralinguistic space you've created, my eyes sail air & my brain is wing'd, toward that ultimate abstraction, soulhome.

mike cannell said...

no words? appropriate for an asemic peice!