Rec & Edit: Floriane Pochon
Through every being goes a single space: worldinnerspace.
The birds fly silently through us.
October 2021, Meudon Forest, France
Another morning outside, to get fresh air and forget the song, forget the names of what we hear in order to really listen.
Just at dawn, a kind of opening towards the interior of the world, which is anything but hermetic to the noises of the earthlings even in the sky.Raw conversation with the Trou aux Gants pond and its relatives, in the Meudon forest.
Just as a matter of never forgetting again the scent of the earth, the shimmering curls of the winds, the buoyant reflections of the flowing waters, the wisdom of the wild grasses, the patience of the clouds. Just as a matter of never forgetting the possible lines of flight on the ridges, the horizontal song of the sea, the powerful joy of thunderstorms, the scraps of the sky open between the branches. Just to remember, along the way, that everything is already there.
Simply, for that, Phaune Radio takes the time to make way: capturing the forces present and search for a dazzling opening of the horizon. Together, for even an instant, the space of a sound moment made of passages and folds, listening to what begins and what ends.
Earigami, every month, like a game, a ritual of multiplying dimensions and perspectives, tuning in every other end of the world, on the edges, at the fringes, in between, to get to know otherwise.
So inside, out, in the present. Among others.