"In the emergence of consonance out of vapor, in shapes slowly forming from static sounds, Szymon Wójcik’s music gestures toward the movement named in its title: the appearing of what cannot be described. We hear it in its porousness: despite the dense mist, the music retains a transparency, recalling Feldman’s image of a full glass that never spills, no matter how many pennies you add. We hear it in the free singing, which does not so much break away from harmonies in Just Intonation as reveal that these harmonies were gaseous from the beginning. We hear it unfolding in the music’s trajectory, akin to a spiritual journey toward openness: after angel song and bless, it has only begun breaks open the haze to reveal a crystalline landscape that speaks to the immanence of the indescribable; everything already eludes description. And so we return to the world we came from with the gift of music: simple chords, nothing more required—already illusory and fleeting, like lights that appear when the eyes are pressed shut: things you cannot describe." - Kristofer Svensson