West Has Blessed Voices

West has blessed voices ... mushy soil known for ignoring language barriers ...

Practicing through emotions found in melodies ...

Swept intriguing isolation ...

Retreating into outsider forms of solace ...

Sometimes only comfort coming from revisiting picture collections featuring other mammals, plant responses, childhood home studio influences ... deeply rooted in Ghibli ... whimsical all sensory weaving throughout Oyparaploo assemblages ...

Touch and smell play ...

A doorway passage follow through towards Oyparaploo driftwood ... raw natural material transformed into a new type of puppet. Sensing this play which crosses language without trying too hard. The influence is acknowledged by its authentic presence. Not analyzed. Not described. Just there, the way a distinct aroma is there when entering a room or living space ...

It took some time before Reach found their reluctant first "debut for doubt" full sensory noir music ...

This is Arrival. Arriving at a path that has not yet been created.

Loneliness as a comfortable space carved out ... knowing it's going somewhere that has a circular emphasis...

This shouldn't explain before you have had a chance to conjure its intentional ambiguity ...

Is this a loose biography segment, extended prayer, or portrait in English to carry forward? ... shoulder shrug ... Who knows, Mode ...

West has blessed voices ...

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