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For three musicians: Violin, viola and cello.

In a quiet exploration of ethereal timbre.
The trio plays and breathes as one instrument, 
coming together in a single sound. 


Written for and premiered by Cauda-collective at Reykjavík art festival 2024.

Funded by Launasjóður tónskálda.

Fade

For Viola d'amore and electronics.
Performed in Copenhagen September 2014 by Marco Fusi. 


Fyrsta athöfn

Performed by Quatuor Diotima at Musiikin aika in Viitasaari

Through the whole fabric of my being is a piece concerned with memory. It focuses on an attemp to grasp an idea, but somehow it always seems to be impossible to grab. When a semblance of what the idea finally comes to light it immediately starts to crumble and fade away again. To be gone forever. 

Through the whole fabric of my being

Fading in and out, the sounds and resonances emphasise our very own presence in the now. Re contextualising silence. Bringing the space together and letting it breathe. 

Written for and performed by TAK ensemble

Days Of Silence

For Solo Violin

Performed by Marina Kifferstein 
http://www.marinakifferstein.com/

A sudden transient rush, flood or increase.
A burst of wave-like sounds. Like bubbles boiling up from a seemingly stable surface. A surface that is in a constant flux. Bringing in the focus, the feeling of now. The here.
Until it bursts again.

Surge

For Orchestra

Layers upon layers of threads are unfurled and laid alongside one another, forming a whole that approaches and dissipates, leaving only ripples in memory’s wavering echo.

Written for and performed by The Icelandic Symphony Orchestra.
Conducted by Bjarni Frímann Bjarnarson.

Memory's Wavering Echo

Written for and premiered by Ensemble Adapter. 
Recording is from Open days festival in Aalborg on the 15th of september 2019.

"Even now we where on the boat, even now I was leaving, I was out at sea, when all at once the falling-due of a debt, unhappiness, he of the faithful memory, appeared and said: ''It is I, you hear me. Come now, return! '' - and he swept me up, losing no time about it, pulled me back as one draws in one's tounge.
Destiny - Henri Michaux Translated by George Dillon."

Haukur þór Harðarson

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