An sonic and poetic answer to the question: 
" ï What do you see? ï What do you hear? ï What do you feel? "

Created for Eyes Walk Digital Festival, about and during the global event of the pandemic 2020-2021, as experienced through my personal psychic lens.

Nidus

intoxExtravaganza is an eclectic monthly music event hosted at Amp studios in Old Kent Road, London.

Music by Alice Karveli (me) / Émilie Newman / raxil4

Find video of full performance on my vimeo:
https://vimeo.com/666164698

find out more from raxil4 here:
https://raxil4.bandcamp.com/

find out more from Émilie here:
www.emilienewman.com
luxulofficial.bandcamp.com

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@intoxextravaganza
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amp studios: 13/01/22

CREPUNDIA  live @Intoxextravaganza

Putting the self in trance through looping sounds and textures
Letting the ancestors speak through the web of Time and Maya.
In words familiar yet undecipherable by ways of mind and intellect. 
Here another code is spoken. 
And grandmother Spider weaves and holds all of our threads. 
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It was strange times when this was made...
Lockdowns of 2020, homeless again as a result, floor-surfing by the Brighton seafront. The sea is always a supporter and transporter of consciousness. 
So is the human who shared their nest and heart with me.

It was used as a soundtrack for the performance film "Reflections of Entanglement" which you can find both on:
- Vimeo (video only) - https://vimeo.com/590325700
- my website (with supportive material) - https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/reflections-of-entanglement

Yearning and Forewarning

This is the sonic part of a multimedia project around this character that emerged through me in automatic drawing, wanting to become more real; until finally, it was invoked on canvas - into the painting you see as the track artwork.

It was made during the very first lockdown of 2020 - an appropriate time for invoking guides if ever there was any.

The creative process was documented on film. Then the sound came.
Then the words came... the communion.

Find the film here: vimeo.com/499395315
And on my website the full collected material: www.alice-karveli.co.uk/the-guide-who-walks-through-worlds
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The Guide who walks through Worlds

Stalks…
as Light-surrounded Darkness.

Translucent and sinuous
its transcendent nature
extends dendritic tentacled horns 
to feel into the next world
The one that knows and 
shows 
the way 
through veils of noise and silence
alike

trance-like

crashing, gliding, flowing thrashing 
growing its feelers out…
yet always with the movement carries 
its stillness Within

Through morphing fields of unknown worlds
devoured by time
devours the yearning 
wherever it goes… 
It takes you with it

and shakes you…
to a core unknown to you 
before the spirit took you

Hand and hoof and antler held
wings and heart and breath propelled 
with both eyes drawn, sucked into
the cyclone-cyclope portal well
the fountain long now longed for
a funnel into to which to pour
your subtle substance into 

It glides 
skeletonised, in its disjointed flowing
one limb in one world, another in another
another in another and another in another….
galactic vortex spinning mind
and branching horns, curved sharpened thorns
tear into SpaceTime-fabric
a trail of nebulae streaming in its wake


Pushing the precipice of understanding
into dimensions before unknown
and then beyond


u n k n o w  a  b  l  e  .
credits

The Guide Who Walks Through Worlds

"Distorting Contorting body
telling stories of distortions of the Mind
as in their dance
they struggle-tangle
Sharpening their angles
Sharpening their thorns
And honing on each others flaws....

They strike."

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Psycho-soma. 

Without the right balancing tools, if one shall ail, so shall the other. 
For all the time spent in this liminal space of spirit/body distortion, this piece had to be made. 

It took not being in that space anymore to step back enough to make this. 
Listen with eyes closed, lying down in strange positions with the lights off. Feel parts of your body shrink and grow, vibrate and warp how your mind perceives sensation. 
Feel parts of your mind come out of place and alternate positions.

If they could speak, what would your body say to your mind?
And your mind to your body?

Paramorphosis

Soundtrack for new performance work in progress by the same title, developed during a dance training program. 
This will probably be worked on further and updated later on!

The Tread - The Noose - The LifeLine

Sonic collaboration with Nine Pines in the context of an experimental performance film we made in collaboration with Becky Wallace, in Nottingham and surrounding woodlands, summer 2021. 
The film was showcased in the exhibition "Towards a New Spirituality" in London, 22-25 July 2021 at the Lumen Crypt Gallery.

You can explore the full project here :  https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/sacrum-ossa


CREDITS:
Black Arrows / Alice Karveli - sound, performance, costume and photography.
Nine Pines / Harry Martin -  sound, sound editing, performance and costume. 
Becky Greensides - videography/ editing / costume 

We all made the altar / scenography together.

Find Harry Martin -  https://www.instagram.com/malachite_mouth/
Find Becky Wallace - https://linktr.ee/deadsquish

Sacrum Ossa

Live with Iris Colomb at SkronkSpeak night at New River studios, June 16th, 2022.  Organised by Skronk record label. 

See full poem text and gig video here: https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/iteration
Iris Colomb: https://iriscolomb.com/About
Skronk Record Label:  https://skronkimprov.bandcamp.com/?from=search&search_item_id=4269148966&search_item_type=b&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=2393363134&search_page_no=1&search_rank=2&search_sig=f1a1080ee19111ec04ce7503ecb1d5a9

Iris was adding her own extra words in response to the poem but have the full text of the poem here as well:
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On a hunched back, the stones were carried
on a hex of a day a long ways away;
The map carved underneath one eyelid, 
the eye closed, not to lose the way
Armed with harm
free to roam the earth
as prisoner;

The trailing hair spoke of waterfall-sorrows,
The hearts tugged
Against the hooks, upon which
they were pierced 
Released
Re-leased 
Ancient as stories of lovelorn-fossils,
tucked in the folds of the hive’s shadow-mind

Come back to haunt the futures of Now 
Eternal returns of primordial thorns,
protrusions (almost) of safety
in a field that would otherwise empty 
of pain’s familiar 
⁃ hold 
……..Still 
for an Untold story to unfold
⁃ bend
      Mind’s  Will
as time 
from its cup is spilled;
As dread
from the cusp is poured; 
Drowned 
in the water’s fires 

As meaning
from a well is pulled;
As dreaming 
from life’s long steepened climb 
is lulled;
Even
as it still comes calling
crawling
scrambling 
and free falling -- 

Snaking
raking
un-coils 

from its spool 
The guiding thread was still unwinding, 
sublime
in its Sickness Divine

The eye
that opened was piercing and bold
As cold was its armour, 
as warm was its ardor
encrusted stone
shielding a molten core
.
.
.
Sacred hologram of dreamscape  
               - What chance did YOU take? - 
Corporeal now for a penance to pay;
A beauty endowed 
with a horror
that drives
the boiling blood to icen; 
A pillar 
of granite-like lust 
to hold and collapse; 
The sky of a purest, 
tenderest reaching
of trust --

Broken by preaching

So this 
is Pain's familiar wish;
The Judgement’s apprentice 
ascended now, returns
With a verdict
distilled 
by the cycles of this churning wheel,
its wild and riled spinning
Un-real 
Surreal 
Its potter laughing madly
- Gladly I heard the cosmic roar, 
a tricksters-giggle hatchling  - 
 
Surely,

it is due… as the tides are 
long now pulled 
by the leash of the Moon;
But neither that nor this 
is made endless
Truly, 
The End is nothing to mourn
but to live
Fully, 

And somehow Quenched 
in the bottomless pit of its wanting;
Drenched 
by shameless hope
in the clasp of its flame; 

A merciless kindness…. 

As, 

at long last,
with foot and heart still ever hardened 
from the arid length 
of this rope-burned-road; 
From the bowing prow;
From the arching bow
of this spine; 
The stones were carried 
and placed, 
as ever,
at the feet 

Of 

Never
 
As

an end 
for a birth
- As the death of an ending -
ignites a death;
As the birth 
of the end of a song; 

A transmutation,
in Iteration
 
of a truth;
In the blinding shine
of primordial grime 

of a Moment’s respite;
 
In the blink of an eye --
At the brink 
of perennial forces 
at the bay of their play, 
bowed to the will
of a life in love of the timeless
Wish 
to transcend 
the bounds of its flesh;

Unrest
Unfurling quest;
Destroyers behest
and lovers pleading 

Wrought by the breeding
rending
Will to Become
and the desperate needing,
all the while,

to overcome it.

Iteration [with Iris Colomb]

Experimental Set curated specifically for Skronktronic, a monthly event by SKRONK label, held at New River Studios --- links at the bottom 

The first two thirds of this set was a collage of new things I am working on, trying them out to see how they work together, with some echoes thrown in of established tracks, flowing into the last part which is an independent older track now given new life.
Its first iteration was as part of the collaborative performance piece  "From the Light that is Us" which you can explore here:  https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/the-light-that-is-us

LYRICS : 
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Get lost in your own silence
Get lost in your own violence 
To find what’s underneath 
Sleeping undisturbed for so long 
.  .  .  
I am the mother you forgot you came from 
The nature you forget to care for 
The self you forget to dare for 
The tears that blessed your eyes
The fountain of your lust 
Your wounded broken trust 
.
.
.
Something has to give you 
back to yourself, Alone 
and only 
Alone and lonely here, Remotely 
clear you hear the call of tongues 
the fall of songs eerie
and familiar

But when down shore they 
worship the profane, how 
can you find the way back 
Upstream with no luck
no row no boat you float
adrift beyond the shores that bore you,
that still adore you

You wouldn’t know
the call beyond this wall
of beating crashing waves upon 
your memory, your fires now quenched 
Abandoned sails
with wails of anguished hope you roll 
Down with the currents and out beyond
all you once thought known

to bury yourself in horizon 
to find out what’s true 
to discover what the deepest part of you 
knew 
all along 

But couldn’t hear it
bubble up from Within
while all those voices Without 
drowned it out in your mouth 
and out of your eyes, back, into your throat back 
into your imagined skies at night.

And you’ll grow old and then you’ll find 
In the dark night of your Soul, when 
you were drifting far and blind
exploding stars danced brighter above than any Sun of Morning. 

Until the moment comes 
when yearning lands upon the one
who burns in your eyes brighter…
And right before the coming dawn 
You are found:

Immersed in Sound
Ablaze and released
into Bliss

Suspended on the Borderline 
where union is ultimate Truth.
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New River Studios: https://www.facebook.com/newriverstudioslondon

Live @ Skronktronic

Recording of Crepundia's live performance at SONIC SPECTRES, 29th of October 2023.
SONIC SPECTRES was a collaborative sound art event featuring 5 different acts, within the solo exhibition "DEATHLESS SPELLS" by Aliki Karveli (aka Black Arrows), held at The Crypt Gallery in London (26th Oct - 1st of Nov). 

Find more about the exhibition here: https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/deathless-spells

Crepundia is a music collab project between: Aliki Karveli (me) / Émilie Newman / raxil4

Find video of full performance here:
Vimeo - https://vimeo.com/881932265?share=copy
YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdhAoYDWgB0&ab_channel=AlikiKarveli%2FBlackArrows

find out more from raxil4 here:
raxil4.bandcamp.com/

find out more from Émilie here:
www.emilienewman.com
luxulofficial.bandcamp.com

Crepundia @Sonic Spectres

This is the sound piece for live performance work "The Portal Wound". 

Photographic documentation of this work can be seen here:  https://www.alice-karveli.co.uk/the-portal-wound 
and here if you don't mind the necessarily censorship: https://www.facebook.com/pg/AliceKarveli/photos/?tab=album&album_id=2049400805147702

Co-performed by Venus Raven and lighting design by Patricia Polo, assisting in sound design, Jerry Kandiah.

The Portal Wound

Reaching...
Unfolding ethereal choir 
Golden heart, embracing 
Chanting words of freedom 
and baptism of holy fire.

Created with and mastered by, Pinealis Glandula.
Check him out here: https://pinealisglandula.bandcamp.com/
Cover drawing by myself.

04 Ariel

03 Jophiel

02 Gabriel

01 Michael

Interdisciplinary mixed media artist: visual, sculptural, digital, sound, spoken word, movement…
Focusing on performance, live and on film with sculptural elements, hypnotic soundscapes and a visceral kinaesthetic approach. Exploring the transformational potential of the artistic endeavour for creator and audience alike.

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