The Auditory Arts

The auditory arts are something The Author always had a personable connection with. It is a vehicle for emotions – both light and dark – and sometimes, the lack thereof.

The Quiet Gospel

The cathedral of Achlys is a place to recognize that ones suffering is the necessary process that sets us apart from those that dare to deny their mortality. In this place of worship, the quietest voices are those that shall be heard the loudest. There is no preacher, for a preacher who raises their voice and draws attention speaks lies. There are only miniscule fragments that carry truth, veneration, purpose. Heed these fragments, for they shall be your guide throughout the landscapes you wander here.

Down below speaks the Author as a quiet preacher in the pews of her own church. On artists and projects in the auditory arts she has met on her journey through mortality. She speaks of those who have a quiet gospels of their own, often disregarded or unrecognized in a world that listens only to those who scream the loudest.

Sombre paths through grassy hills

With its introspective soundscape and sounds taken from the cradle of nature, like vocalizations of avifauna or the sound of sheep bells dampened by the dew in grassy fields, hemlokk creates a contained slice of melancholy and hope alike.

Favorite verse:

And the forest will still stand when i’m gone,
like the centuries before me.

Favorite song: Centuries Old

The Choir

Echoing throughout the the towering, black vestibule of the Somniloquist's Halls, ever-present is the Achlysian choir. When you turn and wind, search and investigate, you will find no singers, no voices. The Choir is made up of quiet choirs that have turned into acknowledged pieces of consciousness. It is not something you hear, it is something you carry with you.

the Author has dedicated this section to artists that have found their way into the truth of many people, but into her own truth as well. This special place deserves the recognition she renders here.

A piece of us all from Galicia

Pablo’s existence in this world is an enrichment to it and everyone in it. His art, channeled in simultaneously burning passion and a quiet sense of saudade has often been the reason for me to stop doubting, and instead to start being.

Favorite verse:

Sei dun lobiño que soña con ser amigo dunha flor,
cunha fala ó solpor ó carón dunha ovella.

Favorite song: Wo sich Fuchs und Hase gute Nacht sagen