Chasms by ju ca

Favouring a predominantly digital palette – one that won’t be, at least on the surface, unfamiliar to aficionados of ambient minimalism – ju ca details a collection of scenes, fragments and delicate murmurs, one passage floating into the next. But it is not as if these are static, middling affairs – upon closer listening, one may realise that these snapshots of softened glass, rubberised edges, and hanging reverberations cycle and pivot in ever-changingsequences.

Like a trick of the light, foreground shifts to the back; what was a whisper is revealed as an echo of an impassioned plea; and while it may be hard to tell where an element emerged from, or where it indeed it may go on the plane of the work, everything does in some way seem in its right place.
 
It’s not as if one is staring at or glimpsing some pastorale of Impressionism from a century ago – no, more appropriately one is to find oneself slipping into the work itself.

Perhaps it is more powerful, more evocative to figure oneself in the nondescript, the semi-abstract when the placement is so deliberate, so lovingly assured – and, specifically concerned with the physical dimension, “but only if one would let it".