Butterfly

At first, watching a little girl in the distance, blurred and out-of-focus, like a dancing white light, swinging round an invisible pole, you expect to be taken on a journey that will lead into a morass of pretension and imagery.

It does, it begins to, and then you see the symmetry, as rhythms draw you in and shapes begin to merge.

Imagine a kaleidoscope, where shadows become butterflies become leaves become trees becomes a vortex, with strong water-rushing sounds of music concrete invading your aural space.

OK, you can go now.

Images remain.

There is something hypnotic here hypnotic here hypnotic here.