This is a drone , generated from an analogue synthesizer on a digital environment with elements of randomness which creates an evolving soundscape & it explores structures of stability  and chaos . An exploration of the psychoacoustic principles of sound to evoke a sense of space , curiosity and introspection . 

Random Orbit

Cloud Mechanics:
A kinetic interplay of granulated textures and analogue synth waves, evoking the precision and intricacy of a machine in motion. The piece explores layers of sound that build, shift, and dissolve like interconnected gears in a delicate, evolving system. It’s less about ethereal clouds and more about the mechanics of transformation and flow.

Cloud Mechanics

Obsidian Frequencies I:
An intricate interplay of analog synth pulses and fragmented granulated textures, conjuring the dark resonance of an ancient machine awakening. The piece unravels in layers—unpredictable patterns from a random generator merge with the tactile grain of sound, evolving like shadows cast by flickering light through a shattered cathedral window.

Less about melody and more about the tension between control and chaos, Obsidian Frequencies I embodies a transformation—a journey through cascading frequencies, fractured harmonics, and the echoes of forgotten architectures.

ObsidianFrequencies I

Obsidian Frequencies II:
An intricate interplay of analog synth pulses and fragmented granulated textures, conjuring the dark resonance of an ancient machine awakening. The piece unravels in layers—unpredictable patterns from a random generator merge with the tactile grain of sound, evolving like shadows cast by flickering light through a shattered cathedral window.

Less about melody and more about the tension between control and chaos, Obsidian Frequencies II embodies a transformation—a journey through cascading frequencies, fractured harmonics, and the echoes of forgotten architectures.

Obsidian Frequencies II

In the ruins of the cathedral, the machine waits. Its purpose is unclear, its hum steady, its randomness precise. The hands that built it are long gone, their intentions scattered like dust in the stained glass light.

And yet, a melody emerges.

Fragile at first, as if pulled from the cracks of the machine itself. It twists and falters, rising through the chaos, threading between fractured textures. It does not linger—it is too elusive, too human. A brief resonance of something long forgotten, before dissolving back into the drone.

The machine does not speak, but it listens. Its frequencies ripple through thought, stitching together fragments of memory, weaving chaos into fleeting patterns. The air feels alive, charged with the weight of something unsaid.

They say it was built not for power, but for understanding. To hear what cannot be spoken. To shape what cannot be seen. Its final act is sudden—a crescendo of harmony collapsing into silence.

In the stillness, the question lingers: who built it? And why?

Obsidian Frequencies III

Maria Aristotelous (Art Scientist ,Philosophical Artist ) Artistic Project and Studio Practice .
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