Music is the image of time extended into spacio-aural categories. Sound in time, physically drawn out from the well of human being.
An incarnation.
This fact alone occupies me, my entire person, when the moment is realized. It creates, within me as subject, a sense of discovery and dimensionality that is without analog to any other sphere of my personhood (or thus, it is an analog for my person). I am entirely predestined by form, and there is my most unreserved freedom. It is as though the more manifest structure presents itself to my understanding, the more authentic my unconstraint. I find a rich and vital identity when situated in this cultural context. My co-laborers, those who enter this moment with me, become my most intimate knowers. My identity rests as much on their wills and actions as it does my own. An existential community is born in every moment. Moments which evidence a likeness to God, curiously.
This is my peculiar aim in performance and composition.
Vitally redeemable human dispositions of- honesty/make believe, sovereignty/responsibility, humility/majesty, bestowal/acceptance, advocacy/restoration, solitude/communion, self/other - these are the currency of authentic effort toward theological mimicry; music, not excepted. I am hopeful that our music reflects, even as through a glass darkly, this inclination toward image-bearing; self-absorbtion coterminous to self-abnegation.
Though ultimately, even an effort to describe in inflated language fails on atleast on one account, as the Russian trina aptly noted, "If I could say it, I wouldn't have danced it!"
