Entire worlds viewed by a passing electron, a singular organ, the whole being, an environment experiencing itself. lungs follows an internal rythym that escapes our ever reaching grasp, and asks us to consider other motives for movement beyond the classic human kind. Kwami Winfield's rhythm is that of pure curiosity, and allowance for every vibration to work at its own pace. One can Hear the thoughts of nature & technology converse in open dialogue as the setting changes with her new radio-station simulator MAX patch, a backgrounded main feature of this composition. For those of us familiar with her live work, we may recognize her shaping of the cavernous soul shifting worlds, but experiencially because of the nature of this multidimentional radio-world, we hardly indulge with any singularity.
Though the humans make appearances here and sometimes there, for the most part one can imagine a tree acknowledging a plane flying overhead, or perhaps we are listening to the way time hears itself, bends, stretches around real objects: to lend way to the passing energy of various life.
Worked over meticulously, LUNGS provides the rare opportunity to give a better insight into just how this beautiful pioneer of experimental noise music listens.
Kwami poses us to question, question the questioning, forget who was asking, provide refuge for the forgotten self, to merge souls that pass, blended, reseparated. none of us are deemed more valid than another in her world. LUNGS poses, "what ego?" & undemandingly begs us to start asking from another place.
For those who find solace & understanding in the place of in-between. Ms. Winfield reliably brings us where most fear of getting lost. She reaches out a hand from the unknown; unasmingly guiding us in the act of being. She continuously holds us between here & there, reminding us that our idea of destination, finality, or even definition, are all things which exist as points to fly between, but the core of existing is in experience.
LUNGS is a companion for creative minds who are tired of being reminded of life's percieved daily limitations. For those who are the deepest appreciators of textures, and having ur ears scratched and pet and ground and stretched. Most often our lives are filled with momentum & regularity, but don't let that stop you from actualizing in your own ethos & life, to know when to bring Kwami's rythym into your pace of today.
Conversations with loved, fellow creatives could flow uniquely to this symphony. Personally, I look forward to 2:00 AM crafting alone time, with Ms.Winfield a guide whom I may trust to never limit my own endless expansion. Her work always provides me with an acceptance I never know how to ask for.
Kwami's commitment is purely to un-ending exploration. Scratching, roaring, ringing, grasping, the feeling of multitudes. with no need for permission nor forgiveness, Winfield can hold a room of familiar faces and remind us how we r all strangers and we are all the same unknowing explorer, trying to define, only to take a life built, & know when its time to tear apart and rebuild without disregard to the materials ever shifting through her hands. There is a secret trust required in the invisible skills carried with us when we arrive empty handed on her planet. We journey a way only she could ever lead, free of defined teathers, wraught with layers that move us from our present location by stretching the horizon. Eventually we find ourselves dropped off back at home, awakened as if from a dream. We look back as conscious beings & try to articulate at, even visualise the whole life we existed as only moments before, only to find it is near impossible to speak aloud the language of dreams. I hold my copy of LUNGS. the inaccessible forbidden language, somehow in my hands, held together with magnetic tape and plastic.
it is sure as one listens, that the work LUNGS does to our souls is very much continued long after the tape runs out.
Love, Chai
