This is only 1 of the 16 pieces encompassing this project. The total length of the piece is over 4 hours long.

The Gauze Eyed Gaze Of Bracketed Air is a multimedia piece that spans across many genres. Using music, videos, sculpture and photography, the work attempts to characterize what it is like to love someone with dementia and the grieving process of losing them. To read the full story of how it came to be and see the rest of the media associated with it, please visit gauzeeyed.com.

The Wrong Banquet

Music based on the paper works of Steve Roden, with the utmost respect to him and other lowercase (12K label) musicians. The sounds are a book being read with soundscape accompaniment utilizing contemporary ambient textures. 

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Studies On Roden's Paper - Green

Pointillism with a modern take. Mixed instrumentation and subtle electronics.

Eleven - Thine Are The Kingdom, A Genesis Of Returning Archimedes

The six pieces in the “Synonym” series are long-form, “lowercase” ambient musical and visual works. They are all similarly slow and require the viewer to have patience and persistence to endure the entire piece. Sparse but deliberate, muted yet measured.

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Synonym - Seclusion

There are five “Eccrine Angels”. Each is a wood carving based on prior addictions, specifically the physical side effects of abusing the substance. The carvings are intended to cause unease, bordering on horrific. The music is also meant to agitate, but in a much more ethereal and celestial way. Choirs and villains, saints and demons, dependence and opportunity.

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Eccrine Angel 2

Einstein said "Time is an illusion". The illusion of time passing in this piece is fluid, slowly evolving from one chapter to the next. Another paragraph in the book of atmospheric music.

The Tenth - The Illusion Of Holy, Judas The Cashew, And The Middle Hourglass

I hate artist statements.

 

I hate reading them and I hate writing them. They are bullshit. If I hear one more artist or musician say something about the “human experience” or “relation to nature” or some other horseshit, I am going to punch the wall. My music is my music. My art is my art. It’s slow. It’s “ambient”. Sometimes it sounds a lot like Morton Feldman, but I love Slipknot, too. And Anthony Braxton. And horror movies. And other stuff. I’ve never been able to focus on one thing so my music has always changed with my mood. Yes, the slow quiet stuff is the most predominant, as is horror imagery, but that’s not necessarily my “Style” or “Genre”. Those terms just don’t apply to me. Never have. Which sucks, because I am making music in a time of uber-categorization. There is no longer Heavy Metal music. There is Black Metal and Doom Metal and Funeral Doom and Black Funeral Doom Metal or whatever other fucking word you want to put with it.

 

With our connected world, you have access to an entire universe of different music styles so there is no need to compromise. Sinatra was huge because he performed in a time when there was only Sinatra. Sure there was competition, but they didn’t have a chance. Now you can make a hit record in your bedroom and there are people who absolutely do genius work in these isolated personal spaces (got Finneas a Grammy, which doesn’t say much, since the Grammys are just another institution based on money and politics, but the music did deserve accolades in this case). All my rantings aside, these words will tell you nothing about the music you will find under my name. It’s quiet, it’s painfully slow sometimes, but no words I write here will ever fully describe what I do. It’s not for everybody, but if you like it, Welcome and enjoy.

Collin Thomas