Music: The Pure Visuality

The purest vision is of darkness. Music is therefore pure visuality. It has been said that films are sculptures in time. This is a strange assertion. Music, alas, is a sculpture in spacetime. It takes the blank and sable pitch between the ears as its canvas, and moulds shape and colour through its own form, an unfolding sculpture of fractal, imagined space. Music implies shape, size, texture and colour in this space; it is percussive and alive. Sounds possess the body, not just the mind like many other arts. To some degree, the body can be moved by cinema and the visual arts. But, the pure visuality of music breeds fiends and demons in the body that not only raise the archetypes, but give them the keys to our sensual, emotional systems. These ever flourishing sprites and imps are so devilishly genius that, through their shape, their manifest meaning. Rap, in this regard, is a lyrical when made well. The insanity and rapidity of shifting form all grounded in the evocation of symbol-sounds and sonic-signs is overwhelming. Music is impossible fascinating. Our fragile minds, as a human race, have so much to understand.