The core of the Sun ran out of fuel, 
collapsed under its own weight, 
and formed a black hole. 

In my culture the existence of this returning was accepted as fact. 
I died to one level to be reborn at another level.
I will now improvise the narrative that was my life up to this point.
This may be only one version of many.

I was born with a long, red birthmark on my head. 
Right at the beginning I met the blackness.
In this suffering darkness, I was left to search for meaning.
I found that active information was present everywhere 
distributed in a continuous universal field.

I had to separate myself from the herd mentality.
Beliefs are the moldable raw material of the psyche,
external rewards reinforce this mind-control trance.
I had to change my level of game play.
Only that which has been properly separated can be rightfully joined.
I had to retrain my eyes, ears, and heart to comprehend the intuitive language of music.
My consciousness learned to interpret itself as a process of world simulation.

Music is a gnosis, a way of knowing.
Music is an accelerated pathway,
a recursive formula of returning.
Through music, I confronted the chaos, the darkness and the depth.

I am likened to the black raven, for that is the wages of my sin,
a process of separation, transformation and integration that cannot be reduced,
a multi-level unification of microcosm with macrocosm.
Music amplified and accelerated this process,
music synthesized noumenon and phenomenon.
No other work was required to perform but to keep up the musical fire.

I am now an infirm and weak old man therefore am I shut up in a cave,
the man I once claimed to be went missing four years ago.
My friends and family thought I may have strayed into hostile territory nearby 
as sometimes happens.
They knew the village I was from, so they went there. 
Death had made me weak so they only found my flesh and bones
they could only remember the name I had in the past, 
a deliberate attempt to grasp immortality.

But in music I had recognized the subjective/objective as fundamental
so I fly now without wings on the blackness of the night and the brightness of the day.
My expansive fire is Solar by nature and I am called the Son of the Dead Sun.
I am now a blast of light from a dying star.


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heart-open & earth-honoring 
synthesist & field-recordist 
journalist & dreamtime walker
visualist & connector
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The seemingly limitless manifestations that are observed during improvisational performance of electronic audiovisual materials drive me to seek collaborative interactions between compositional systems, machines, and myself. In holding space to facilitate an emergence of indeterminate phenomenon through analog synthesis, feedback systems, and field recordings, I share elements from multiple sources to celebrate shapes, patterns, and spaces.
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I hold BAs in Art and English from Andrews University, and am currently enrolled in the Electronic Integrated Arts MFA at Alfred University. I was an artist in residency in 2017 at Signal Culture in Owego New York and in 2015 at Sachaqa Centro De ARTE, San Roque Peru. My visual works, and live electronic improvisational performances, have been featured across Peru, at The MuseumsQuartier in Vienna, and throughout the Midwest of America.
 
Note: Much of the work here is subtle in nature and I encourage you to listen via headphones or using a decent system whenever possible. Most computer speakers will not reveal the tracks fully.  Unless otherwise noted in the track description, everything is recorded direct to stereo track live and on the fly with no overdubs. Thanks for stopping by and listening!

Prospero embodies the spirit of discovery through deep intellectual exploration of patterns, correspondences and mathematical archetypes that lie under our perception of reality. It embodies one manner of gradual approach towards Objective Music.

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