In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, cracked walls vibrating amongst the sonic waves pulsing from a bulky speaker - all while subtlety touched by the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm.
... And all the nice bright colours of the past that she thought were gone for good came flowing back into her life like a wave of nostalgia flooding over her; reds, yellows, blues, and greens drenching her grey memories in psychedelic ribbons and glittering fireworks.
... She hoped that the world would always hold those minuscule yet beautiful, deep, and mysterious traces of memory.
… and now here they are.
A fully immersive audio and visual experience that brings together a community of like-minded creative beings to share and celebrate the love and connection created through art and movement.
For the Consciousness, by the Consciousness
In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, cracked walls vibrating amongst the sonic waves pulsing from a bulky speaker - all while subtlety touched by the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm.
... And all the nice bright colours of the past that she thought were gone for good came flowing back into her life like a wave of nostalgia flooding over her; reds, yellows, blues, and greens drenching her grey memories in psychedelic ribbons and glittering fireworks.
... She hoped that the world would always hold those minuscule yet beautiful, deep, and mysterious traces of memory.
… and now here they are.
A fully immersive audio and visual experience that brings together a community of like-minded creative beings to share and celebrate the love and connection created through art and movement.
For the Consciousness, by the Consciousness