Walking through slowed illusory landscapes of sepia tones, we explore faded memories of Rafael Anton Irisarri with piano sketches.
But even if a road is traced in this enigmatic release by the patterns of piano droplets falling in our ears, the various processed instrumentations blur the horizon just like the borders of a dream would endlessly vanish when we try to reach them.
Sensitive and personal, this melancholic work is a decaying love letter to the tired strugglers of reality. Dotflac