notes of strings - Distance Loses All Meaning

In carnage, I bloom, like a flower in the dawn.

http://malisima.info

Malísima (it/she/they) understood art for the first time on a Tuesday at 8 a.m., crying in the streets of La Seu D’Urgell on the way to class at an arts-focused high school program they would drop out of three months later. Self-proclaimed "avant-garde experimentalist" and referred to as "malísima (in the head)" by those close to her, she draws on pop culture and her fragile psycho-emotional health as influential elements in her work.

With no clear sense of where she's from or how old she is, she seeks to build a sonic home (and make a living—because hey, that wouldn’t be so bad either) through bastardly contemporary productions that mix all the ingredients—internal and external—from her everyday environment.

And sometimes, no-input mixing, because who doesn’t love an impossible love story?

“Sometimes I thought about what time it was. Then I was on the verge of tears. Then I laughed a lot.”
-Amnesia Scanner, AS ANGELS RIG HOOK