This Is Past's LAB

Congratulations you found This Is Past's glitch - avant garde and other weird sound experiments. The lab is placed on a mounten top. Its inside a giant rock in the shape of a head and it is visible as a head only when it wishes! The dwarf scientists in the lab work very hard in order to create a unique sound for This Is Past's albums, sometimes the result is a disaster but other times it's quite interesting! ____________________________________________________________ _____ Everyone from the T.I.P LAB hopes you enjoy the fruits of our labour! ____________________________________________________________ _____ This Is Past is about making things clear through confusion and some times making things seem confusing through absolute clarity. My primary aim is to create an alternative reality and in order to achieve it i do not restrict my self merely to sounds but i employ any appropriate means in order to produce a more complete and credible outcome. Accordingly, under the “This Is Past” name one could discover pictures, paintings, poems, video art and installations since i do not consider my work as simply a music project but as a means of expression in any suitable way. In the light of this concept, within the T.I.P (this is past) world anything is allowed. It is widely accepted that what is defined as “real” is what we have been accustomed to perceive as such, through a process of deriving it, via our 5 almost unexplored senses, from the invisible, which in its turn, is shaped so as to enable all breathing beings to stand and survive. Moreover, if the messages we receive fall into darkness and we were forced to look within us in order to perceive what lies ’outside’, then this invisible power would stop being shaped and out of an utter lack of any characteristic, an immense vacuum would blossom, This vast whiteness is nothing more than God’s body, the body of the sum of coincidences, which in order to be visible, one should forget the alpha and omega and become lost forever, as if following a spiral orbit. Yet, we reside under roofs that remind us that limits exist and we gather in temples in order to worship a god whom we have personified because we can’t grasp infinity, thus thwarting any intellectual progress. However, the major step will be taken when man will stop embracing the metaphorical truth, protecting it like a mother does to her child, when he will rebel against a system of prefabricated questions and answers, in which he is imprisoned by formulating a key question, a question, which is shrouded in doubt. After all, man, perhaps subconsciously knows that he constitutes a fragment of a ceaselessly recyclable whole and in his need to be differentiated, he isolates himself from a part of his own body which is everything. Consequently, we feel incomplete, at times utterly void and in our attempt to fill this void we have children or create art. In the worst case, we constantly acquire material things, which later seem senseless since we feel that we have no actual connection with them. In fact we have cut the umbilical cord that connected us with our surroundings, long ago. The truth is that an umbilical cord can not be reconnected and if a person wishes to become complete once more he would have to be swallowed by his own mother.