Intoxicated by archaetropin in the sound-perfo­rated color swirl, balancing on the edge be­tween concrete and abstract, provoking count­less interpretations, like a bathyscape of mind, capturing its audial pareidolias, diving in deeper and deeper to the hidden layers of subcon­sciousness, discovering bizarre creatures in its most inner nooks.
There, somewhere in the depth, dwells our true Self.