Island of whale horses (16th of June 2010)

I guess that the story begins with a dream about flying. Dreams about flying are quite rare when one grows up and, thus, one remembers them. In this dream, there was a flight through a strong wind. Its coldness could be felt almost as a knife blade on a cheek. Below the wind and clouds one could see an island. A small island with dark dots that were moving. Those were walruses. The wind carried the echoes of their voices. They were mourning. The dreamer felt in his dream that they were mourning for him. Who would have said that ... walruses. Of all the world... those fifty, clumsy and fat creatures were crying.

A piece "Island of whale horses" was made on the basis of this story/dream, and when I climbed Hlam above Baška a couple of days ago, it seemed to me that I heard the roar of walrus. And so, another visualization of my music was created. I produced the voices of "walruses" using my own voice with minimal digital manipulation. From the photographs below, you can check for yourself exactly how much the landscape around Hlam reminds one of "island of whale horses".

Last updated on 16th of June 2010.