Swirly swirly – SWIRLS! 2

  Opus Svirlum Svilrarum

Please go and read all about Swirls HERE.

The third Swirls became Far Away Circus.  It is more like a half-remembered echo of a childhood that never happened.  And it goes around, around, and up and down swirls like a quantum Carousel.  Musicaly it is less floaty and hard packed production.

It's the Return of Son of Swirls.

It’s:

Carousel Dream by Johnson Imageneering the rest of the sources and other most interesting stuff is listed at the END of the clip 🙂

:Enjoy!

Swirly, Swirly – SWIRLS!

Opus Svirlum Svilrarum.

Nikita asked to explain the obsession with ‘swirls’. How do you explain swirls? How do you explain a painting?

Well . . .”‘Swirls” is my painting.   I did almost twenty years ago.  It is unfinished in one sense; it is more than overdone in another. It represents a swirling jumble (or a sophisticated and subtle natural pattern) of motifs and themes I was fond of and explored in other painting/drawings too.

“Swirls” attempts the impossible: to put on paper the evolving, swirling style of the imaginary I associate with some types of music. It is not possible since music is fleeting. It exists only WITHIN the dimension of time, one fleeting moment after another. Yet, it is eternal, it lasts forever. Music is series of quantums.

One frozen moment after another… yes, “Swirls” is mostly about rhythm, although there are some melody themes in it too.

Here it is:

Swirls – ink, acrylic and crayons on paper.

(clicky for biggie)

Recently I put some music numbers together.  I do not call them songs.  Ambient is closest to what they seem to be, although they change and swirl too much for real ambient music.  In addition, they are too emotionally charged – it is hoped –to be just ambient pieces.  But, ambient (or sound-scape) is the closest I can come to describing what they are.

They are a combination of rhythm patterns with samples and loops.  I played some of it, the rest is selected randomness played by machines.  I just lord it over to some point.

I went on exploring one rhythm pattern, combining it with different patches and genres –and it became Swirls 1, Swirls 2, and Swirls 3….  And I am sure that more lurk around the corner.

At first, I just needed some visuals to accompany the strange music I was creating and the “Swirls” painting came in handy.  Do not tell anybody.  Actually, it is well thought out conceptual continuity.  It was an adaptation of the clip I made for the White Rabbit Culture performance in Belgrade. And it is somehow related to Igra Staklenih Perli (Glass Beads Game)

But they DO have a lot in common with the “Swirls” painting, a fluctuating rhythm pattern and coming back to taste its own tail….  Ouroboros-like.

The first “Swirls” features Sarah McLachlan’s voice and some voices from a composition by Giorgio Liggetti (I hope he does not sue me :)) and other, more arcane ones.

The sound quality deteriorated in transfer to Youtube – I’ve yet to figure out why. It is a version 2.3.  One of MANY I made.  Decisions, decisions.

A second number became “Pyramid Swirls.”  Do not take pyramids thing TOO seriously although it is a worthy subject.  Pyramid Swirls is more angular and more . . .  up to a point.   By a looooooooong stretch, I might call it pop-ish.  It is certainly related to the music of Can.  The rhythm is Dominant but not domineering.    🙂

and the third one is Far Away Circus Swirls – you can read all about it HERE.

Walking Dervish Dub

Walking Dervish Dub

Yet another audio/video installation – a walking one this time.

Music: produced in Wolf’s Den Studio, April 2011. Sounds, loops, samples, the works by The Wolff. Minimal resources are used following the Rule of Three. Simple means towards the kaleidoscopic shifting effects. And it WALKS.

Painting: I did it years ago. Inks, guashe and crayons on colored paper (1.40m x 1m) retouched and cleaned up in photoshop. It is variously titled Moon Horses or Raw and Cooked. Again simple artistic means of expression are used to create phased variations of the theme. It IS a kaleidoscope even if it does not look like one.

Enjoy and take a slow walk with The Dervish.

Concerning Carpets

Concerning carpets:

Audio flying ambient installation, created in march 2011. and it is all about conceptual carpets, mostly old, traditional ones from these parts but some from Persia too.  The ever unfolding patterns of sitting flying. the looove.

Music: Basic track recorded by ISP trio, Belgrade, Jan. 2011. Remixed and edited by Wolff. With bonus carpets – FLY ON!
Drak – keyboards, bass, loops, theme
Zoran Lakić – keyboards
Pej Wolff – percussion, samples, loops

Audio leteća instatalacija snimljena Januara 2011. u Beogradu. ISP trio. remix i editing= Wolff, sa ponudom ćiilima za prevoz.

FLY ON!
(c) ISP and Wolffwerks

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Swirls 23

A ‘landscape’ clip made of my painting I created long ago and a music clip Iput together. recently.  The music swirls in irregular swirls, just like the painting , always coming back to itself. It was recorded and mixed at Wolff’s Den by Wolffwerks, Feb-Mar 2011. It does not come across quite right on YouTube and I still have to figure out why. Some random scratching and ‘dirty sounds’ are planned, reflecting the painting but the muffled sound quality is not. The painting is 1.8 m x 1m. inks, crayons, acrylic. Enjoy.

Crazzee lazzee Cube Mix

a Wolfhead Cube mix of an old Glass Beads Game (Igra Staklenih Perli) number: Crazzee Lazzee.
original track recorded 1979 at Jooshua’s Attic.
Drak Nikodijevic – vocal, bass
Zoran Lakic – keyboards, voice
Joshua Rakic – guitar
Pej Wolff – percussion, loops, samples
additional keyboards: Zoran ‘voodoo’ Zagorcic. 1991
this remix produced 2010 by Wolff

it turned out pretty strange, as if it had a mind of it’s own an knew where it wanted to go. I followed.

Cube videos:
3d fractals (rotated negative mandelbrot, singular box, Trip through hybrid box, Fractal space station fly over) by Jérémie Brunet. bib, and Krzysztof Marczak (Trip to center of hybrid fractal) and some other stuff. I do not own them. Used under fair usage.

Edited by Wolff

It is snowing this night

Snows falls silently
Like soft shards of stuffing
Spilling from the torn pillowcase
Of yesteryears.
Falling…
Laying the glittering white geological layers
Of never remembered memories.

Let me lay my head down on them
And sink forever
Into their fiery, silent depths
In the slumbering excavation.
Gently, gently….
Falling.

Tomorrow the salt will turn it into sludge
To be cleaned away,
But tonight it is beautiful.
Gently, gently
Falling.

Cane for Cuffs strike again

She was sprinting like a whirlwind, her ruddy ponytail whipping the damp air of Altiplano wildly.  Random bursts of vibrating energy from the egg embedded in her pussy spurred her on.  Red strings tightly laced through the six rings in her labia held it in.

Her white blouse was out and her plain skirt was flying, flashing the morning crowd with her naked bum, white thighs, and, the tied-up, juice-smeared pussy.  At the moment, she did not care.  All she wanted to do was win the race. Alpha was on her way to her Master

She weaved through the jostling crowd.  She jumped from driveway to sidewalk and back again, muttering absentminded ‘sorrys’ in three languages when she bumped into someone.

Pushing her way around the rickshaws and palanquins, she jumped over four wheeled slutmobiles, dived between snake charmer’s naked slaves and the lady wearing the neon brimmed hat and flew on.  She was on her way to her Master.

All the slut-traffic lights were green for her as always.  She was on her way to her Master.

Alpha skidded by the whirring slutmobile.  It tilted on one wheel and spun, causing the angry rider to swing at her with his riding crop.  His slut pedaled desperately.

She jumped to the side and ran into a herd of furniture.  The girls scattered, entangling themselves in leashes and rope corrals.  More angry shouting and whip cracking followed, this time from the dark skinned furniture herdsman.

Merrily, Alpha swerved into a narrow alley, jumping over smoking puddles and avoiding waking meth junkies.  She almost fell over the angry bum as the egg announced its arousing presence again.  Nevertheless, she flew on, knowing her sister-bitch competitor would never use such a shortcut.  She was on her way to her Master.

Her goal – the phallic building of ‘Dom’s Way’ Enterprises – rose forbiddingly from the empty Dom plaza.  It loomed huge and unfocused by the smog over the downtown bustle.

A flotilla of flashing, life-like Flying Slut blimps spread from the glistening spire just as the fleet of running subs converged towards it.

Windmills of the City of Agharti kept turning.

She is actually on her way to  completely re-edited, re-written version of Wolffie’s collection of stories: Cane for Cuffs. t it is all hard hitting, explicit, lingering and concentrated, hot and personal stories for the One. Stories range from serious psychological scenes to phantasmagorias and fantasy spoofs.

And it is very irreverent. Not even Dominants are spared from jabs. But is mostly about submissives… they get all the fun.

This collection of stories can be ordered from Lulu both as an e-book and paperback. And now you can bet a Halloween discount: just enter the  code TRICK305 and you get 25% off the cover price!

original cover

Enjoy.

The Door Space: Full Moon

September  equinox was on the 23 rd the center of the Sun being in the same plane as the Earth’s  equator. (It’s autumnal equinox for us with Northern sphere bias.)

And it coincided, more or less with the full moon.

The days are shorter, the darkness advances. We’ve sailed into the Dark of the Year. And yet that dark is a promise of light to come. In that dark the other light shines ever more brightly. It might even be that we are blinded by this inner light of things and so, we do not see that there is no dark side really…

That is the time when The Door open and the Ancient Powers (who were here before, and will be here after us) come over and dance their dance, as They always do, inviting us over…

And, therefore here is a sound/video installation celebrating the Opening of the Door:

(it is  HQ. If it does not run smoothly on Youtube lower the bit rate there)

Main samples come from:

White Rabbit Culture:  Before the End

And Zoran Lakic: A.U.Ex

Some heath vibes

And more….

Fractal  Art by Jock Cooper

Excerpts from Dune by David Lynch

And more…

Wolff added to it all, mixed, twisted, talked

The results is neither of the artwork used, but something more, hopefully, new and different, as it should be. A personal view.

(it is related to Igra Staklenih Perli/The Glass Beads Game, but it is not)

Play loud and enjoy.

Ooga Ooga Tales

In the in the time before dreaming, before the Dreamtime,  when most of the planet was covered with woods and unfucked my Man and before the magnificent world forest turned into oil which we can spill so deftly …  apes used to sing,

“Ooga ooga ooga.” Echoed through the cathedral aisles of the primeval forest. , heavy morning mists lay over the treetops. The ape voices carried to reaches of their world. They would sing in in unison, confirming that world was in tune, that it was ALL right and in peace.

Apes would climb down on a rare clearing and wobble in a stately procession around rock outcropping adorned with bananas and nuts singing:

“Ooga ooga ooga.” making sure that everything remained all right in the world.

And so it went for untold eons.

Until one day a little brat,  Oogy Moogy, went to his grandfather and asked:

“Granpa, why the hell we always have to sing Oooga Oooga?”

“And what would you have us sing, little one?  Ooga ooga works pretty good, you know,” said the grand patriarch Donko Woogo, deftly polishing a serving of ants from the stick he was so good at using.

“How about Wooga wooga?” said the clever brat.

“That sound pretty good to me.” said Donko Woogo. “All right, we’ll sing wooga wooga from now on. I have spoken.”

And so Woogo’s clan sang:

“Wooga wooga wooga.”

But his  great uncle Ooogo Dooit declared it a heresy and his clan went on singing Oooga Oooga.

Unfortunately he had a brother, Loogo Loly and he had an idea now.  His clan stated singing:

“Looga looga looga.”

And so it went.

Soon across the beautiful green-blue globe the clans were singing an orthodox Oooga Ooga. The protesting ones were singing: Wooga and Looga, Weega and Zooga, Hooga and B’ooga… the anarchist ones sang: Ni Ni Ni and Eeki Eeki Eeki and the groovy ones even sang: “Sock it to me, baby.”

It could not last and after millions of years of living in rut apes invented two new things: politics and war.

Finally  Oogy Moogy, now an old patriarch himself fought his way through the opposing factions to the largest clearing and cried:

But it was too late. They were all speaking in tongues now and on their way to shed the fur.