The gray areas that make systems crash make us dream. The impulse behind the work is less informational than contemplative. In the CD's opening screen, a trout and an eagle emerge from the dark boughs of opposing trees and exchange places in a shadowy, stately processional. Recumbent nudes fade in and out of vision. Roses grow to fill the screen.
Horses gallop by the seaside.
A spiral staircase winds into darkness. Recitals of texts from the Song of Songs, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Bhagavad-Gita and William Blake fade in and out. There is no single path through the work, but there's a loosely circular design, packed with enough variation and depth to make multiple journeys appealing. Evocations of the eternal masculine and feminine can easily degenerate into New Age-style vapidity or unwitting gender stereotyping. Dixon and Gasperini aren't afraid of being blurry and nebulous along the way to being absorbing and evocative.