Description
From down deep, in the throat of time, shells move as the ghosts of the past, as the echoes of their footsteps... From the deep ocean, the waves spit their shells onto our beaches as the abandoned protections of those long gone... In the depths of our busy days, we try to listen to the deep... within the hectic buzz of today, their voices become clear, as we stop, listen and slowly come together in a shared breath...
Sound by Jaime Silva. Text by Cristina Brito & Isabel Almeida. Cover by Jaime Silva
Breaking through the endless motion of human activity - the laughter, the walking, the talking, typing - every once in a while you can hear it. Waves crash into boats, becoming one with the sound of a child’s laugh, the conversations of work interrupted by the sudden screech of a seagull. In...
Published 10/03/24
The owl hoots at the right time, every day, every evening, at that moment when light and night meet. It's like a fine-tuned clock, but of its own nature, in counter-current with the rest of the world. After the hooting, the silence of human footsteps rests by the tree.
Sound by Jaime Silva....
Published 09/26/24