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It walks on the edge of elegance and fully being in a dream space where things can change and morph and mutate and you don't know when it's happening.
In painting, you mean?
Which one is the real one? I like the multiplicity on stage when there's six eyes and we're all dressed the same and actually there's twelve eyes by the time we have them on our face.
I've been experimenting for about a year just trying different things on my own and a group of the songs stuck out as kind of having a sound or like being in a role a little bit.
I don't think the record ever would have came about if I hadn't started it on my own.
So it was kind of, you know, being in Rome and beginning it, laid the groundwork for the feel of it and then, you know, working it on my own on my laptop just became kind of a way to get right back there, right, back to being...
But you could hear it in the sound, right?
Oh, absolutely. You seem very unsure about it.
Yeah.
You can feel it, but you can't think of the word.
Elegant and mad. Elegant and mad, but not in like a hysterical, messy way.
In a way that kind of, the two girls, they kind of always tip over the edge into something more like an amida, amida like grab stride.
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