"...I do not like most of the themes of the "official" multimedia industry, so... I make my own!"
Any art is the strongest "magnet" to affect the audience and the listeners, distorting our reality so much that even changing the fate of many, many people. Unfortunately, the awareness of responsibility for the things you do for the public: “nourishing” the dark or bright side of the soul, comes too late. ...Some authors do not think about it at all. About myself, I that try to be on the wave of a neo-romantic audience who is interested in unusual things, therefore I try to illustrate paradoxical sensations rising from the depths of dreams.
How much will it be "destructive" or "constructive" for listeners ...?
Okay, just close this page before it's too late! :-)
During the period of stagnation of the USSR of the 1980s of the 90s, talented, but in many ways destructive musical projects began to penetrate into the country en masse. Impressed by them on domestic soil began to grow similar local musical groups. For the most part, the whole "Russian" rock of those times is a crooked mirror of well-known English-speaking groups and, in fact, represents a very dull, depressive environment, immersion in which simply draws all the spiritual energy necessary for personal development. 90% of them are impossible to listen to, although many fans may argue ... Not the point.
In my opinion, a person can be compared with a prism, which absorbs all possible signals of the surrounding world, and then repeatedly amplifies those that resonate with its inner "essence". When the inner overflow becomes unbearable., he strives to repeat his impressions as clearly as possible in the form of creativity: be it music, literature, cinema or painting. In turn, this resonates in other people and goes further, modifying the invisible giant cloud of the noosphere, which scientist Vladimir Ivanovich Vernadsky spoke about. ...We need vivid examples to follow!
I will not say that nothing has affected me, I will simply list the key things for those who are interested:
From music this is:
Paganini "Concerto for violin and orchestra No.5 in A minor",
Bathory 1991 "Twilight Of The Gods", My Dying Bride,
Vangelis, Edward Artemyev, Alexey Rybnikov
From the literature - Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, The Karelian epic "Kalevala"
From cinema "The Andromeda nebula" 1967, "Sadko" 1952, "Bladerunner" 1982
From architecture - a gothic style, megalits
Artists - Ivan Yakovlevich Bilibin, Alfons Maria Mucha, Salvador Dali, Jacek Yerka...
From a science - Paleontology, Astronomy...
The list goes on, but I think that's enough.
It is worth mentioning such a phenomenon as the home computer ZX Spectrum, on which it was possible to program primitive funny games and play different sounds that resemble drums. When personal computers finally supplanted the Spectrum, an echo of that wonderful era left an enthusiasm for HTML and some tunes of "Katushka band".
I Consciously do not write here about the "work" at several studios, where we painted "don't understand what," it is not known for whom. What the whole modern film industry is doing - it actively creates seasonal products, which are then sent straight to the trash can, with the exception of a couple of really cool things that appear once every five years. In any case, I have not yet come across a full-fledged scientific analysis of the centuries-old history of the influence of cinematographic images on our life.
In parallel with various custom "works", I continue to do the author's animation and sound design. The most enduring musical project was and remains a virtual "band" "Katushka", which exists as noise support for animation. The main theme is light irony, expressed through unusual things and rare events with some game elements. I record many of the necessary sounds directly onto a voice recorder using a variety of items.
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There is a secret in the forest,
That among the roots, absorbs the mind
In the depths of loose, peat land.
Angles of ancient ships imperishable.
And the hoop of forgotten glory,
Remember how we went on oars,
In the leaden day,
Among the grinned debris of rocks.
Chilly wind shaggy hair of wolfskin.
There, in the cimmerian depth, on the horizon,
Perhaps the new land -
Or death.
Slippery worm of icy boards,
Shields shine with a bronze pattern.
Oars churn the black glass of the waves.
Hairy belly of low clouds.
Ferocious North to me Deer Mother.
From the coast we go further,
Oarlocks creaking with effort.
The helmsman confidently holds the course.
By the lot of the gods, by the will of the wind.
This morning we set off.
And what's next -
Darkness of ages, earthly history,
Forgotten exploits, mute silence.
Hall of Fame of Fallen Warriors is empty.
Only shadows without names.
And what is our memory?
When fate bound the hoop to me.
Eventually...
Everyone has time -
Choose for yourself a radiant path.
So easy - live!
Leaving the myth.
And ancient ocher of burial mounds.
Hard sleep, deep, underground.
In the roots of spruces and pines ...
And Snake edge of gold.
Flash in the rot.
Beckons, disappears.
And traces of past memory.
Knots of forgotten words.
Do not remember.
Create his legend.
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