Lo Spechio Oscuro
Long walks into the woods of Oregon, recording nature’s voice for an imaginary future project. Soundscapes of reality. Some rain. Water. Echoes. A dead cat. (Patsy I miss you 😔 ). An imaginary future project. Maybe. Or even hidden treasures in a thrift store, somewhere in New York. Dusty old super 8 rolls; family moments that are long gone. Dreams from the past. Audio. Or image. Doesn’t matter, really. It can be a start. A middle. An end. A possibility.