edited and produced by SAETA, 2007 with Gallery Božidar Jakac, Kostanjevica, Slovenia.
Music was inspired by paintings of SAETA’s member Jože Slak. CD with original music is a part of catalogue . Limited edition.
Miloš Bašin, Percussion and traditional instruments
Aleš Gasparič, flute, pipes
Lado Jakša, clarinet, saxes, keyboards
Boštjan Perovšek, computer and sound surroundings
Jože Slak, percussion
Recorded in Bežigrajska galerija 2, Ljubljana, Slovenia,
Maj 2007, 28:50 min.
Sound engineer: Boštjan Perovšek,
Mixing: Boštjan Perovšek
Tehnical supervisor: Boštjan Perovšek,
Production: Boštjan Perovšek, SAETA
Science, religion and philosophy teach us about who we are, where we are and why we are, and they tell us that we are dust and nothingness. Though art, the dust and nothingness lighten up and acquire meaning.
In this world poisoned with efficiency and money, art is the only space where freedom, daring and dreams are still possible.
Thinking about art always brings me to the point where words lose their power and meaning. the world efined by words is contained in science, religion and philosophy, and is in fact a virtual world – a description of relationships between objects and events, which can not grasp life in its entirety; real life can only be captured, materialised and brought to life in art. Art is not perceived only through our sensory organs, but also through our humanness, which is the sum of the senses, emotions, intellect, and something unknown – and this unknown is the driving force and goal of any art. In the face of the unknown words go numb, and it is there that Truth begins.
What is left of our existence is nothing but bones and debris; on the basis of preserved bones and debris we try to reconstruct our history and origins. Bones are mineral remains that testify to human history. Our lives are based on the bones of our ancestors, and our homes are built of the bones of ancient animals and plants. The whole of civilisation is like a coral island rising from the sea, made up of bones of micro-organisms and coral. Even Mount Triglav is but a heap of bones. I am alive so long as I am creating something new, and I leave behind coral remains, which are dead trail. They witness to dead dreams, visions and yearnings. But your look can bring them back to life.