“You are a Butterfly until you don't flap your wings” echoes how, in chaos theory, the smallest interaction (a butterfly flapping it wings) can echo and reverberate in bigger turbulences (i.e. causing a tornado). Within this sonic landscape, made of the field recordings of lost landscapes, while listening, just by breathing you are composing a third new landscape out of ghosts, echoes of lost ecosystems, and our continuous exchange of particles with the world.

We are spectators of present ruins/future ghosts and composers of present ghosts/future ruins. The process of entangling the human identity by composing a sonic constant symphony of attunement is the initial wing-flap that implies echoing within the awareness of a belonging to complex adaptive system that transcends the sole human being (ego-tistical) scale in favour of a eco-systemic one. The shift from BEING in the weather to be a weather being. This composition aims to be a sonic act of de-territorialisation, a way of embedding the sparkle of regeneration by putting back to the initial conditions of turbulence matters such as: volumes and voids, bodies (as citizens and specimens), waves, ideas and dreams.