"Stepping onto the familiar ground, I had a flashback to my first arrival, my mother’s hug, and the sense of freedom that awaited me."
Manja Ristić crafts two long-form compositions that evoke dusty memories of formative days, filled with promise and trepidation. These glacial arrangements on EMS Synthi 100 and processed violin are punctuated with field and hydrophone recordings from places on the threshold of mnemotopia, deeply personal, yet so universal. The strength of a mother’s hug, her velvety voice echoing among the quiet new reality; rain falling gently over the gravel between the train tracks; a soothing hum of distant landscapes; the secret life of ants, or the mysterious underwater sounds, in unison – an atomic structure of memory, dense and unique, slowly emerging through the veils of one’s psyche.
“Like morning dew, after the witching hour.”
Manja has prepared a lovely story delving deeper into the origins of the album, the memories unearthed and stirred after laying dormant for years. You can read it here: tiny.cc/Dew-Story