Derived from writings upon electronically produced music. Values upon values, all without value, describe the music you will never hear. In length and in word, illustrate music uselessly. Measure only what is unnecessary. What no one need, nor wish, nor have any genuine reason to know. And from that, the lines, produce the lines, ironically the lines so easily transposed from the music score itself. To become a score of lines.
I drew music in lines, before speaking music in numbers.
Reductive in transposition.
New documentation, now validated. One that creates, one that uniforms, one that changes everything to an unfamiliar familiar. Thought, I’ll be honest, I hate maths, but again with the methodical and tedious exchanges, new light is brought about in this new endeavour to translate without issue.
