A portal of peace has opened, leading to a new dimension of drone discovery. A chance to start over, released from a broken world of the fallen; one where a million spiral galaxies awaken in the blink of an eye, calling their Inner Earth home. A million, swirling drones, all subtle, all miracles, are present in the deep, swimming textures. Pathways that were once constricted are now able to float freely, openly. Inner Earth shares a couple of similarities with our own homeland; the atmospheric development occurs over the drifting course of a day, inside a creamy white, emerald and blue sphere of drone that is always rotating in one way or another.
Descending into the stratosphere, you’ll start to see that the skies are ever so slightly jaded, a little off-colour, and cloud formations once so kind to the eye are a subtle chameleon of colour in their appearance; an alien alteration. The days are shorter, averaging the five-minute point. Only the final day, “Manticore”, lingers into the night. Everything is not as it seems. The only correlation is the gorgeous haze of drone, lit kindly thanks to a couple of orbiting moons.
“Infinite Arc” slowly propels to life, soon accelerating faster than a jet’s thrust but retaining an air of peace; shrieking rotor blades are replaced with serenity as the drone glides along. Eventually reaching a scorching speed, the drone picks up the dirty layers of distortion, like pollutants in the air sticking to the crystal atmosphere, carrying a gritty, raw substance that masks a future threat, known only for now as a rumble of disquiet. Look directly upon the new terra firma.
“Litany” is a peaceful drone, drifting along under leaden skies that are chrome with potential rainfall. Thunderous skies, reflecting the unstable beacon of humanity, are never far away. The blades of distortion sear electronic entry points into the drones, and they’re never fully able to escape their pull. Yet the chimes of “Awakener” , so similar to the sweet, natural harmonic bells, release such a sense of peace and hope that it obscures any future, battle-scarred harvest, as intervals trickle slowly down the side of the drone.
Daniel Klag experiments with electronic frequencies that touch upon the immensity of it all. Inner Earth is lovingly dressed in deep drones and thought out harmonies that suggest predestined paths, and the experimental aspect always follows the contours of the drone, the primary, the oxygen.
Their appearance is open to interpretation. At their peak, however, they seem to attract a deep response from the heart. Like the finest of drone, it promises the freedom and opportunity for soul-searching. You can feel it, like you can feel the Earth beneath your feet, landing footprints that ripple upon the spirit; a private, inner Earth, for everyone, and for each other. Maybe we’re all trying to find our feet; the progression from the rocky edge to sure, stable ground. (James Catchpole)
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