Rec & Edit: Floriane Pochon
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
April 2022, Dune du Pyla, France
Where the path is not one, it may be enough, in order not to get lost, to follow the slope – upward or downward. Or else, survey along, across, and if possible, aslant. Seek for the moment, as one seeks signs and traces, because everything will disappear in a single breath.
Fortunately, the wind has a great grain of sense and sense of grains enough to always reinvent the dunes, call them by their particle name, and give the joy of letting the sand flow through your fingers.
Let’s meet under the ridge, in the ribs and grooves, and enter into what matters: solid and fluid.
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.