Three musicians are widely spread out over the hall, with the organ located on top, close to the ceiling. They communicate with each other by playing string telephones – when I was a child, I used to play with those telephones with my sisters.
The usage of the term architecture, in the title of my work, refers both to the architecture of sound and of the building.
My piece is also about air. The organ has one motor and pipes. The vibraphone has also one motor and pipes. The percussionists play a ventilator, a melodica, and an old radio: they manipulate air in different states and frequencies. The title refers to the air too.
This music also speaks about fragility. It is music made of air and threads, basically, made of nothing. It is a nothingness full of intensity, solid and ethereal at the same time. This is the way that sometimes I feel about myself, both very strong and very fragile. Probably some of this sneaked into my score.
But the truth is that I don’t know how to explain my music, or in fact, any music. However, the funny thing, is that I love to do it.