Photo Credit: Michal Hradecký
I love these skies of early spring. They fluctuate rapidly,
but without you necessarily noticing it; the shapes move seamlessly under the
evenly luminous sun that fills the atmosphere and imprint some of them on the
retina, depending on the cutting of the roofs, the direction of the streets,
the height of the treetops. There is no such thing as silence or emptiness, but
then this vacuity of meaning and motivation might lead you not to think any
more, just feel.
Erik Honoré's Heliographs, one of my favourite records from last year, is such skies for me. It contains 9 tracks, mostly instrumental, each one with a very strong atmosphere, suspended but still full of shades, weird in that respect that they are absolutely linear and still completely granulated by their numerous details, with all sort of sounds coming and going ...