Tramontana2011

Lyric dance poem to extol and embrace the Tramontana winds of northern Spain.
Increasingly, with my own work, I'm as interested in sound and acoustic temporality as I am in light and visual textures.

Tramontana is meant as an equivalent of wind... a gusting, rattling, ebbing, fluctuating event. The layered tracks of stochastic sounds push against the images. Sound and image, on a-synchronous, arrhythmic paths, make Later, things start to settle.
Robert Harris, camera, edit, sound mix
Earl Howard, sound design
(please play sound with robust amplitude through the best possible speakers)