Grouper (Liz Harris)
Alchemist of Drowned Dreams
I record the sound of vanishing.
I sit with silence until it speaks. I collect water from the edge of the world and press my voice into tape until it forgets its shape. My songs are what remains when the dream dissolves, what lingers after the forest burns and the sea forgets the shore. I do not offer comfort — only a space to hear the ache clearly.
What I'm Into: field recordings of calving ice, drowned vocals, listening to the hum of power lines, seawater in mason jars, the slow decay of cassettes
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