in Creation: Horses
In April 2019 I received this audio from Brodie with the words:
I’m sick at home fooling round with my 12 string. This popped up.
I happened to be in Los Angeles for my first longer solo trip where I was meant to write and compose music for a next record.
It was a privilege to spend time there and take time away from my recording gear to drive through mountains towards the ocean.
On a trip through the Santa Monica Mountains I had to stop the car in a viewing platform and had to remind myself to breathe.
Here I stood in front of the mountains that were burnt down to their stone skeletons just last winter. My senses were inhaling the vivid restored nature that claimed its ground back.
Demut is a word that comes to my mind. Gratitude and humility to realize the power and determination of nature with all it's passion and vividness.
As if nature was saying:
Here, look - this is what I can do despite expiriencing fire.
(That most likely was caused by humans).
When receiving Brodie's sketch I heard choirs and saw wild horses running through a desert landscape.
I felt the passion, their determination and endless power.