An airborne camera zooms across landscape. Barren, desolate, scarred by
tectonic shifts, the ground passes quickly, the juts of rock suggesting
mountains or other ranges, but it’s impossible to tell from this height – you can’t
get perspective. It’s all rugged, impassable terrain by ground. The formation
of the peaks and valleys was clearly violent, forged with unimaginable force. The
wind whistles around them at extreme cold temperatures. The sky is clear blue
above, the air is thin.
Rovellasca’s decaying ambience is rough, tactile, and distant, the
perfect accompaniment to The Fissure of
Rolando, three long pieces for Earth’s remotest places. I’m projecting,
surely, but the edges are rough, the tones deep and resonant, the field
equipment in constant motion as it captures dynamics on a planetary scale. Each
moment causes descent, brings you closer to the landscape, until you’re
scraping the ridge of a fissure with intense friction. You’re no match for the
fissure – the fissure will engulf you. As will The Fissure of Rolando.
An airborne camera zooms across a glacier…
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--Ryan
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