We observe the seemingly random movement of figures on a muted horizon. Who are they? What do they convey? What actually is the area into which they were thrown and in which they are moving from nowhere to nowhere? Is their constellation random or do they have something in common? Sound from the Desert balances on the borders of sleep and wakefulness – the moment when we start to realize that the preceding events, though very real, were just a dream.
We are moving away from something very true and real, without being able to understand it well. Against the clock we want to reconstruct an image of reality out of the smashed fragments of context. We want to provide testimony, however, we hardly believe it ourselves.
Sound from the Desert