It is not my wish to aggravate a poor reader by restating the biotic and ideological origins of The Wanderer in its different formats, for they’re readable all over the web. Let’s stress instead an unequivocal truth. Among a growing number of sound artists (and wannabes) who can afford the luxury of spending time by recording the voices of disparate environments, Jana Winderen belongs to the restricted group of individuals gifted enough in this field to be officially licensed as composers. And I’m not merely hinting at her technical grounds.
It takes nothing but a decent sum of money to travel the world in search of glaciers, deserts and caves. And it takes a second to say “I’m enlightened” while looking at a sunrise in a valley. After all, everyone’s entitled to a few beliefs. However, understanding a work like this implies an innate tendency to consider everything happening as a component of an infinite score. That in which we, as mortals, are just a dot – significant or less, quite often much less – destined to become an eternal tacet. Perhaps this is the reason why people never cease to talk; becoming an eternal tacet is an aspiration whose highness is scary, and probably not desirable for many.
But a human genuinely needs to recede from egotistical issues to grasp the extent of a piece where the invisible acoustic connotations of marine life take centre stage. In this particular instance, the luckiest receivers are those already acquainted with the sea’s intrinsic resonance. Not the water sloshing against the rocks, or the ebbing and flowing of a wave on the sand: those are still beauties, but in a way they’re available for the general public to poetically rant about. Winderen builds the compositional structure from within: detecting barely audible screeches and tiny screams, bringing forth minuscule polyrhythms, highlighting the restrained intensity of the aquatic counterpoint, generating unfathomable glissando chorales that smell of algae. In a word, allowing us to listen to the amazing richness of that fractal fermentation which is gradually being annihilated by clusters of insignificant dots obeying to the rules of a misconstrued tonality.