Gestures become music, music becomes gesture, and meaning hovers between the movements of the hands and the listener's perception.
Interplay between performing gesture, sound sculpture,
and the listener's personal illusions
Naphántasto is an interplay between performing gesture, sound sculpture, and the listener's personal illusions. A shared space where composition, improvisation, and nonverbal storytelling coexist.
Sometimes hands move through the air playing an invisible instrument, with sounds leaping out of each micro-movement. At other times hands reshape a malleable sonic sculpture — carving, stretching, or twisting the details of a precomposed phrase.
A sound may be born in the very moment you hear it, or it may begin as a phrase composed in the past and then be resculpted live.
Gestures become music, music becomes gesture, and meaning hovers between the movements of the hands and the listener's perception.
Naphántasto explores the ground between live electronics, acousmatic listening, and perceptual illusion. It uses a real-time gesture-controlled set of instruments combined with pre-constructed musical fragments, blending malleable noise textures, structured composition, and gestural narratives.
Taking inspiration from the craft of mentalists (mental magic), the work plays with hidden cause and perceived effect, inducing musical associations within the audience's imagination.
The performer modulates layers, modifies density, and alters texture through a process of gestural orchestration. Gesture-controlled modulations suggest direct sonic causality — even pre-composed materials remain flexible, with chosen layers responsive to real-time gestures.
A sound may be born in the very moment you hear it, or it may begin as a phrase composed in the past and then be resculpted live.
Wild, messy, indulgent sound exploration — hands tearing through sonic matter with abandon
Crafting detailed layered structures — precise gestures building intricate sonic architecture
An empathic approach, invoking direct connection — the hands speak what words cannot