ONGOING
In the depths of deep winter, in the North, it is cold, and it is dark. The day is but a brief glimpse of hazy light in the midst of a darkness that feels eternal. On this, the shortest day of the year, the stars shine so piercing bright in the inky black that they would be but diamond shards at risk of slicing apart the Earth, were it not for the rhythmic sounds arising from the darkworld below.
It is our task to shape ritual through sound. To send forth at volume and to broadcast that sound so that the stars remain aloft.
Calling into the ritual, all dreamers, all poets, all purveyors and shapers of strange sounds, whatever your tools, we be all those left holding the pieces, standing tall, above the muck, with our speakers pointed sky high...
DARK SOLSTiCE
21st DECEMBER 2023
A ritual for the sake of the stars.