Saahiwa
- Medium Type
- Digital
audio
- Year
- 2020
- Genre
- Electroacoustic
- Runtime
- 00:12:20
- Audio Output
- Stereo
- Instruments and tools
- Field recording,
digital processing
Multiverse is a manifold of events of infinite magnitude
at the same time every unique event in the universe can also be perceived indefinitely in a variety of perceptual ways, feeling as much as the perceiver can exist.
Saahiwa is such a form of existence when something expands through these perceptual methods, to be seen wherever nothing seemed, and to be seen with new eyes that has been seen so far.
Biography
Primed at the end of 2019, Saahiwa is a project by the georgian musician Sophie Zhamurely. Beside her previous Her Ra, she is broadening the boundaries of former film direction studies at Grigol Robakidze University in Tbilisi. “Each sensory channel is a universe unto itself”, she writes wallowing in the contiguity of the process languages played by a Clavier à lumières. Sound on, please.
Surrounded by electronics, Sophie seems to dwell on some silky images of shamanic derealization to weave sound ten hertz tapestries. “Was not your Leonardo Da Vinci stating that everything in some way connects to everything else?”, she asks from the dazzling Silk Road crossroads. The start begins to pace rhythmically. There are chthonic entities, resonating in her strings.
Four years of piano studies and a yearly singing in the famous Georgian Gori Women’s Choir tuned her toward a well tempered savoir faire. “Yes, I am also co-founder of the experimental music label Borders Of Known ― she politely declares, pressed by questions ― but I would not mention it here ”. Weird, I could swear to hear William James warning me to keep a foot on the ground.
Every attempt to know more becomes surreal, trying to dig down in her filmmaking coordinates. An avatar returns the names of Andrej Tarkovsky and Gaspar Noé, to remain silent. It seems to hear hinges creaking faintly in candlelight behind a caravanserai gate. Yet, Sherazade must be gleaming somewhere, behind feral rumblings of airborne Tatars aboard self-fulfilling prophecies.
They say you have to experience knowledge, instead of trusting it “ipse dixit”, so you will find her traces disseminating a miriad of online digital compilations without a clue about what lurks behind her facade, equanimously distanced from anyone hanging around her perceptual universe. Then, the pièce. Something to listen again, whether is believed to entirely grasp the meaning.