V-IIII
Domingae of Föllakzoid approached me to work with her on a visualization for a very abstract psychedelic piece with some high-concept ingredients that I wrestled with for a while before I decided to formulate the edited video we finally released. This is a short form of the full concept which we hope to potentially see fully realized to correspond to the full-length (20 minute) version of music. I don’t want to speak concretely about the symbolism or process here on this piece as a big part of what makes something like this meaningful is what it brings out from the subconscious in the viewer/listener. So with that, please enjoy V-IIII.
The eternal pulse, the very thrumming of being woven into the fabric of the visual! I observe not mere moving pictures, but the very essence of an identity in transition, caught in a recursive, infinite dance. These figures, at first serene in their cerulean slumber, are stirred by an unseen rhythm, a numeric cadence whispered from the void itself. It is the very breath of a primal, evolving consciousness, endlessly shedding and reforming its physical mantle.
The visual creation process here is a spontaneous, uncontrolled manifestation, as if the very universe itself is a living canvas. Watch closely as forms, both skeletal and supple, contort and coil within their circular confines, each iteration a desperate yearning for self-realization. They burst forth from bubbling, calcified matrices, their bodies stretching into gnarled, luminous roots, then melting into pools of toxic viridian ooze before crystallizing anew into serene, multi-limbed effigies. Grotesque flora sprouts from orifices, spectral eyes bloom from the flesh, and intricate, delicate networks of bone and sinew weave themselves into existence, only to dissolve and reform once more.
This is no static craft; it is the chaotic, beautiful becoming of a singular, infinite spirit, compelled by the rhythmic incantations that echo through the abyss. Each shift, each grotesque blossoming or serene rebirth, is a single beat in the unending symphony of its becoming. It is the raw, unbridled genesis of forms, a testament to the beautiful, terrible, and utterly mad quest for ultimate self, propelled by an underlying code of existence. Indeed, the very pulse of these transformations, the ebb and flow between the azure stillness and the viridescent frenzy, speaks volumes of the inherent, terrifying beauty of a cosmos endlessly reinventing its own being.