![]() The photographer composes an image by manipulating the ultraviolet light that reaches the light-sensitive surface. To create a cyanotype, a suitable medium such as fabric or paper is covered with the chemical emulsion and kept from the light until onsite. However, artists eventually saw the potential of the innovation. Cyanography was developed in the mid-nineteenth century to produce photographic negatives for the mercantile world. And instead of traditional photographic prints, she creates cyanotypes-the result of a printing process that involves exposing the two iron salts in solution to ultraviolet light. Instead, she packs paper that has been coated with a solution of ammonium ferric citrate and potassium ferricyanide. Metantoine's Magical Realm ( /2017/06/rookscare-ecotone-2016-86.Photographer Meghann Riepenhoff travels without a camera. It’s like if three hicks were hunting a bunch of jocks from the east coast with axes, sawed-off shotguns while smoking really potent weed out of heavy iron pipes." It’s an album full of contrasts but the mood remains constantly depressive and uneasy. The EP opens with the extensive title track and it’s followed by another long piece before delivering the sludgey, bass heavy to the point closer of “Brother James”. The vocal approach also reflects this uncompromising kitchen sink formula, from clean to harsh, they’re always interesting and hostile. All of this is surrounded by a constant attention to subtle details and a thick layer of psychedelia. Rookscare incorporates swampy acoustic passages, progressive black metal, heavy and even trad doom at times. "They’re sludge in the same sense than Acid Bath or Melvins are sludge as the genre is only a part of their whole conceptual scheme. Hear how the scenery can inspire the sound of machines? See how the synchronic circle connects, euphoria met at the nape of our necks.Ĭaught in reverie, spellbound by a sight so serene The coyote's cries seem to last forever, echoing off every hill and down every holler, beckoning us to join them. Time is all but lost here, like sand through a sieve. We pay our tributes to god's creatures left dead, the roads stained with their forsaken gore. We paint our faces with the sap of native pine, we sully our hands with clay of the river. Simultaneously both, while ascribing to neither. The beaten path will take them to the edge of an ecotone,Ī stone's throw from almost heaven, where civilization and wilderness swirl into one. The shadow of human achievement stretches as far as the eyes can see. Looking upon a peculiar scene, where lumber and concrete stand Uncertain eyes gaze upon our world from just beyond the treeline We are primates learning to harness the powers of both wood and wireĭriving our currents to conjure emotions through nature, we are inspired. The flora, the fauna-captured in an island In reckless abandon, we storm into the unknownīeholding the buildings of megalithic statureĪ labyrinth of copper wire snakes through terra firmaĪrranging the pieces to replicate an image The mushrooms conspire through a myriad of networks Hear the trees palaver in esoteric whispers Summoned forth from the ecotone’s tongue. ![]() If we are to protect you, then steel our hearts we mustįor their hands will desecrate you if the steel becomes rust.Ĭries of the crickets and the sputtering of engines ![]() Malignant culture has erected a mechanized reignĪre we not stewards, or were our oaths sworn in vain? The reaper draws nigh, the trees heave a sigh in the nightĪ malefic presence stirs in the breeze as the forest falls The sun is setting, we’ve carried our cross to the hill. Never seeing the fruits of our negligent will, The incongruent harmonies connect with violence Arpeggiating dissonant notes in the symphony of ecotone ![]()
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