Is the Silence...

Where do sounds go when they die? Where do they come from before they are heard? There is no answer. Only the echo of the question, dissolving. What remains is Silence. Here, it is a color, essential and devouring, threaded into the palette of an artist who has long understood its quiet dominion. It is the origin and the return, the first inhalation and the last release, the unseen matrix in which all things hover before and after their brief, fragile shimmer of being. Three tracks. Three enigmas suspended above an immeasurable abyss. No resolution, no closure, only a slow drift toward something at once terrifying and serene: the call of the void, vast, indifferent… and, against all reason, almost tender. -Sir Kuliktavikt