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In the beginning of February, we were back at Rytmisk Musikkonservatorium in Copenhagen for a full week to teach our performance method. One student created sounds with his participants with their Poetic Self as the starting point. Listen to the sounds below.
Crushed lips Colour me in every eye. Watching. With hands. Restless. Seeking. Accepting. Misunderstood. Soft Nests. With Every step Exeitment evokes. Cant conquer the tones of past rythms. Calm will find you. Through plumes douces et pierres. When the drop breaks Melts your skin. When the masses surround your foot.…