HEOL DALL

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I gave this piece a title in Breton, a language almost totally foreign to my own, yet as close to me as a forgotten ancestor. It’s one of the many paradoxes I’ve accumulated in this work, linked to the universal temptation to explore the frontiers of desire. Indeed, even in its name of “blind sun”, it evokes the impulse towards death as an essential manifestation of the desire to live. The sung texts, when they are not simple onomatopoeia, are partly borrowed from Sappho and Novalis, who embody two opposing and converging paths towards Night. The art of sound can only abolish time by welcoming it and transforming it. It is against such an eminently paradoxical common background that this music unfolds, which has nothing morbid or burdened about it, but which, on the contrary, asserts itself as an obstinate, and sometimes jubilant, ascent towards that sun which “cannot be looked at fixedly”, in the famous words of La Rochefoucauld.