A place where life is generated and grows, protected from the external environment. A closed room, where the only existing reality is always a different reverberation of the self.

The entire piece is considered as a womb for the material. Change happens only in the perspective and the density of the different sound layers composing the overall reality. At the same time, every moment contains a representation of the whole sound world.

Thus the form acquires spatial connotations; it develops similarly to a walk into a room: while the focus of our attention shifts from one object to another, we still perceive the identity of the place. I didn't apply formal strategy in order to develop a particular teleology. Instead, wanted to leave the elements carved from the sound as they are, respectfully.

A womb

For flute, clarinet, harp, violin, cello and double-bass