juro kim feliz

composer - arranger - pianist - koto performer

"...unite these fragments of images"

...moments that invoke those memories

...of silence and solitude

...of suffering and struggle

...of pain

...of life (and death...) 

...and yet no one can reconstruct

...no one will paint the whole canvas

...full of these moments

...of silence and solitude

...of suffering and struggle

...of the pain

...within this space of existence

...within these outbursts of sounds and colors 

...except me

 

"sa kanyang pagtangis"

para kay c, na kailanma'y hindi magiging akin

 

pilit mang lumuha sa sakit

walang magagawa ang puso kundi

pakawalan at paliparin ang kalapati

sa mga bituing kumikinang-kinang sa langit

habang buhay na maririnig sa malayo ang hikbi

 

bakit ikaw pa ang tinatangis

ng aking pusong madaling lumihis?

diwata ng gabi at ng mga bituin

tila isang liwanag sa gitna ng dilim

kahit anong pilit, hindi magawang limutin

 

Panginoon ko, dinggin Mo ang panalangin

pawiin ang kirot at hapdi sa damdamin

alisin sa isip, kalapati sa bituin 

"silence is the unrest..."

 ...

 

what of silence? one feels it...

...as if everyone and everything suddenly vanished after a barrage of aural events. just like a television that was suddenly turned off. one would suddenly look up and search for any visible sign of life to affirm that life still flows from what one sees around.

 ...like there should still be something happening but can't hear anything that will affirm to that fact. there is visual interaction within the viewer and the subject but the absence of sound suddenly makes one question the reality of the subject's existence. one would suddenly wonder what is happening behind this absence of sound that he isn't aware of.

...as if no one around affirms his or her own existence, despite the reality of the physical bodies that one sees in his own world. the entity is there, yet its existence in reality seems to be incomprehensible or irrelevant to another entity. one would suddenly question one's reality of existence and one's existence in reality.

...like there's no other form of expression other than it that could communicate a strong response to anything. no words uttered could be stronger as this, as everyone always thinks of it when encountered face to face. one would suddenly decide whether to break it or leave it.

* despite everything said...

..."until i die there will be sounds. and they will continue following my death. one need not fear about the future of music." - john cage

what would be the feeling of...

 

...standing in the middle of somewhere, where all you see is the flat horizon extending 360 degrees from your point of view? 

what would be the sensation of being in the middle of the ocean or the very flat desert? would it differ if it's twilight, sunrise, in the middle of the day, sunset, or the middle of the night? would it differ if you're standing or sitting down on the ground, or afloat on the water?

would it be the same if you're under the deep waters of the ocean, where all you see is the dark waters?

would it be the same if you're the only person left on earth?

[image from http://symbiote-mullet.deviantart.com

...in the end, everyone lives apart from everyone...

...and thus, this existence of the dot.

 

who is it? is it me? is it you? is it everyone? or is it just plainly itself?