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The Violence in Hell is Made of Blood

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All creative work is never truly finished. Formats, frames, all arbitrary lines placed carefully around the artist, as a construct designed to organize and commodify the materials generated by the creative mind. In their natural state, these materials are nothing more than evidence of a process in motion, which itself is within another cascading sea of processes. The absolute nature of creative thought is a state of endless and boundless exploration, done in the name of expression for its own sake, a joyous and all-encompassing communion with the forces of the universe, whatever they may be, and it exists outside of time, apart from everything.

This so-called act of finishing, of "turning in" a complete work, is nothing short of a job, an act of utterly mundane ritual and meaningless definition that still allows plenty of open space for the inscriptions of passersby, themselves allowed to scrawl into it whatever they wish to feel, passive and inert as they sometimes are. Forced contexts and retconned memories. Drawing this line of separation willfully around the creative act is what holds the pleasure of creation hostage - it provides an end to an otherwise continuous river of ideas and impulses, pure and reactive from one to the next, everything given time and space.

This is a river that has no beginning or end, it is simply in motion for as long as the artist draws breath, and it is as intricately a part of their ability to live and survive as all of the blood in their bodies. The creative act is everything. The work can never be finished. You lean down at the edge of the river and cup your hands to fill them with the water. As you do, you become aware of the reflections in the surface - every creative act, every idea, every accomplishment, every regret and consideration and revelation of human creativity is there, like a family tree, leading directly to you, to here, to now. All that follows is to simply become a part of it yourself.

In this way, the creative act provides an answer for that most basic of human needs - purpose, meaning, belonging. You can only ever be what you are. What may yet take you or I years of our lives to discover, the mouth of the river just laughs at us, and beckons us closer in our realization of what it has been all along.

That river carries with it all of the sediments from the river floor, from the water's edge, and the forests and mountains beyond it. Those mountains, an accumulation of this sediment, built only by time and entropy's forward march, which will in turn break them down again to rejoin the river as so much endless particulate. The statue inside the stone remains inside the stone - all the statues and monuments that have ever been built are waiting there, deep inside the rock, the totality of their constitution being nothing more than grains of sediment packed tightly together.

Excavating those monuments is only our feeble and human attempt to redefine the world as we'd like it to be, not quite realizing that irony creeps up, informing you that you haven't changed anything, you haven't made anything new, that such things are impossible given the grand scale of the natural world. Instead, all of your proposed alterations have been communion with that world, bringing yourself closer to the beautiful chaos that embodies the way of all things. Those reflections in the river's surface echo back to you - no different than a flesh and bone variation of the sediment of eroded mountains and sun-kissed beach sands, gathered up by the wind and the waters. So too are we here, in the creative act, looking in a cosmic mirror at ourselves, in all worlds and times.

This release is not a finished release, nor will it ever be. Even when the last piece of recorded sound is appended to it at some unnamed date in the future, it will be declared as incomplete. Any written record that testifies this release is complete will itself be a lie. It is the explicit intent of the artist that this album, and its darker half, both be considered as permanently incomplete.

N.B. - For more detailed information about each piece, usually including patch notes, explore the "Track info" sections of each individual recording. This release will be added to periodically and sporadically throughout the year, and the price of admission will remain the same. The cover design is likely to change as well, and prior generations of this design will be included with this release as bonus downloadable files.

Catalog #: EST-22/006

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released January 6, 2022

All sound W/P by Brian Grainger. Recorded at White Pillar Workshop, except where noted, 2022. Audio is unmastered and direct from the R-EW Audioholistics generative system and modular processing path. Text and design by ABM&D. This is Milieu Music number EST-22/006. (C) + (P) Oscillog ASCAP 2022. All lights observed.

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