Nightswimming

This journey is an extended lamentation, a nostalgic and melancholic walk through misty fields of folk and wistful keyboard driven atmospheres. It is an offering to our blood drenched world, an echo of our troubling death spiral and the sadness that arises from witnessing that, with the mix crossing over veils of the deathly and pale into graveyards covered in autumn leaves and old moss, yet still touched by occasional birdsong and sunlight. It is a dreamy perusal of the death space, replete with human souls singing in sentient observation and filled with emotion. You will find gladness, sadness and dotted stars of hope as you walk this path. Nightswimming, as the moth in the picture suggests, is representative of the experience of drowning, with the entire human family, it seems, implacably flailing in waters of revenge, hopelessness and depression. Hopefully you can find some solace and hope in the dreamy melodies, the choral spaces and the resounding, liminal atmospheres that arise.