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Kath Moskvina is a Russian musician, composer and guitarist, who combines musical styles in an original way, and skilfully develops compositions from a new angle. Kath is developing as an independent musician, participating in international music festivals and sound art exhibitions.
Kath created a sound installation “Lost Souls”, in support of peaceful world, which deserves individual attention, for one of the recent exhibitions “Where is the Childhood”, held in Kazakhstan.
Fear has no easy explanation. It’s slippery, ticklish, and depressing. We have known it since childhood, and all that remains for us is to trust calmly it in dark times, pass through its thorny thickets and come to the light, having survived the heavy fragmentation of the human soul. Adults do not become children, but a chaotic flicker of nostalgia haunts them throughout their lives.
Human nostalgia is living matter. It unalterably reminds of a time, when the future was clear, and happiness was simple and absolute. In the sound installation “Lost Souls” by Kath Moskvina, all these elements converged. It turned out that there is nothing more obedient and freer than fear.
“Lost Souls” sounds like an obsession. It breaks in on the rise and dramatically affects strained, bare instincts. What does it feel like to tickle already disturbed feelings? The combination of complex computer sounds and guitar pedal effects are clearly audible through the precise installation sound architecture. The basis in the form of children’s laughter is developed sensitively and excitingly, almost to the roar of a fighter aircraft flight or an air-raid warning.
Such a frightening association reminds us of the true purpose of fear: not to frighten, but to stir up, not to destroy, but to make live and act. This is a brave artistic experience and the sound art “souls” figuratively sink into the mind, removing vulgar ideas about goodness and peace from it.
What is encoded in these disturbing echoes? Perhaps, it is thick as smoke and black as soot sobering. It cannot be removed or washed. Lost souls are our choice, and with it a chance for atonement, and a fragile hope for a new future.
