Opus 3164 opens up
into sound, and there it remains. There
is no music, no melody, but there is a familiarity. I feel the underscoring of a mind traveling
through its own awareness as existent conscience. Sounds remain constant. It is an atmosphere of an environment. Life exists within this state of
sonority.
It is deep, dark and without a trace of sentiment. It is heavy in some of the notes, yet light
in others.
It emulates space.
It continues its trajectory through space. It originates from within itself. It is fearlessly moving into the realm of pure
mysterium.
Imagination is the greatest gift, as it is the greatest
inspiration in creation.
It is the
ability to sculpt, carve, paint sound.
That is what the Opuses of S Brian Adam are ultimately. They are sculptures, carvings in sound. They are the structured formings of
sonority.
Opus 3164 is
many things simultaneously. It is steep,
it is colorful, it is spirited, it is constantly emanating from a prime source
of inspired existence.
Opus 3164 is
excited and exciting. It moves from the
lightest spectrum of the scale to the lowest.
It begins as the sky. The
floating in the air as inspiration. Then,
it changes its agenda to one that echoes of the deepest bowels of the
earth.
It invokes
the extremes of our living existence.
Yet it describes the finite with a nod, an affirmation, to the
infinite. Opus 3164 is describing the sky and the earth, but it
is looking beyond both, transcending the immediate and embracing the full
potential of the ineffable, inexplicable nothing. Nothing is not the absence of all we
know. Nothing is, in actuality, the only
constant in the Universe. It is the
truest sense of what lies beyond our visible existence. it is the supra-reality.
Opus 3164 is
the anthem of nothingness. It is the
celebration of what is the pervasive, inevitable structuring of that which can
only be inferred. We are listening to
the whisperings of an inference of a memory that we all have of pre-birth; it
is in the language of the pre- beginning.
It is the ethereal -- sculpted into notes. It is the miracle sound, declaration of the
invisible....
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