Apparitions In The Sulfur Seas

For me, a good day involves getting deeply hypnotized by art at least once or twice. Without occasionally allowing your emotions and memories to light up, dance, and explore new territory, we would surely wither and fall like little mosquito hawks. Art makes one experience the flow and the feelings of another dream factory, squeezing them happily or forcefully into your air-tight, vacuum sealed bubble, which is full of hopping and digging memories. To me, it has become of the utmost importance to communicate things right back. I can do this not only with hug or bow. A gurn or a smile. With understanding or without. I can do this, also, by using the magic we as a species have summoned to manipulate the things of this earth to present a world that is large. Tidal waves, rainbows, tornados, explosions, waves of birds or bats, mountains, sailboats, mollusks, kites, ant colonies, food fights. All and more jumping around in your brain as you dance in response to another's moves. I want to create a world, a world to send into open space to be savored or detested (Really. Either satisfies me), and I want to shape it out of my dreams and my meditations. A land I move through as if newly born and discovering all within it again, leaving no time for thoughts to stray or even want to. A love for the absolute surrealism of the moments we've grown used to. These unpredictable images we've disconnected from and only sail through. This fast paced existence that doesn't always hold your hand but should be honored, for it brings even the more mysterious concept of hands and their achievements to you in the first place. I want to show you this world of mine in its most absolutely bizarre. I am going to begin composing (in simple ways) a sound project called "Apparitions In The Sulfur Seas" and I'm going to need all of your help, for you're all very prominent in my hopping and digging thoughts. You guys need to be in the recordings. In a lot of ways it is a dedication to all of you guys. In life I have been, am, and always will be shaping what you've all given me with that which only my mind knows and returning it, perhaps giving you all a little shriek or giggle. Either with faces or with worlds. That's all I need from life. That is all.