Sam Longbottom

Window into the performance of someone else’s hands, traced and cut up in pieces, computer-aidedrecomposition into never-ending patterns, hocketed between worn keys and machines, the spacesounding in answer. I’m wondering what the Alps above the Val d’Anniviers are up to, moving when noone’s looking, approaching and receding, their parallax caught by melody, valley bells sing in antiphony,transmitting their beautiful view. Arranged into four parts, Sion Transcriptions’ skips, splices, and dances…