Vitrola

From the burning mass, a bubble emerges.
While spinning, it’s filled with air, radiating a sharp and dense light. It captures the swirling energy around it: the men, the heat, and the smoke. Everything melts, is moulded, and remains engraved in it. 

From the circular motion, continuous and monotonous, a shape is born. Contaminated by all variations, in a dance of sounds and movement: desire, geometry, and will, the blurry points of the base refine and ascend to a vertex. The fire bubble becomes an extended point. 

In this motion, music is made, and a cone is built.
The texture retains every handstroke, every beat, and every turn. Variations are repeated so that the point has somewhere to hold on to. Every sound is recorded in thickness and colour, listened to in the whispering, rising light.