WATERCOLOUR JAZZ:

Hour of the Wolf series

Watercolour Jazz is my collaborative project with singer and composer Anastasia Minster. Together we are working on creating a unique fusion of chamber pop and expressive watercolour. 


Hour of the Wolf series explores psychological and existential questions. Paintings are created during live music performance by Anastasia Minster. Each painting was created as an intuitive response to the sound of piano and Anastasia's voice.

Anastasia explains:

"At the centre of the new album is the title track. Inspired by Ingmar Bergman’s film of the same name and Carl Jung’s concept of “shadow self”, it looks at the destructive forces within the human psyche.  Each song on the record represents a different state of mind, from feeling trapped in one’s own body to accepting the inevitability of death. Listeners will hear a dark mellowness close to Nina Simone’s and the supple dexterity of David Sylvian. Whatever its origins, this is music that echoes life itself - no matter how far the darkness creeps there’s always a flicker of light."

 

Paintings by Ksenia Sapunkova

All lyrics by Anastasia Minster

photos by Renato Rossi

Immerse yourself in the atmosphere of magical realism...

SLEEP SLEEP...

Sleep

A pillow of cold rocks

A tight wooden box

A firm earthen bed

Dead child dead

A mouthful of sand

Tiny white hands

A young poplar root

Grasp my foot

 

But there, o there above

The swarm of flies drones

The beast once loved 

Comes digging the bones

But no scream

The blue tongue curling numb

O, in that sleep 

What dreams may come?


SHAMAIM

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Nobody else besides Him

No other

No one could be closer, yet farther

The only ray to light 

The night and day

The only name that I 

Dare not say

 

Lost

In the clouds above

Lone 

In the space and time

My fear and love

My arets, my shamaim

 

Outside the garden wall

Wild trees root

Bitter is the peel

Sweet is the fruit

 

The left side

The right side

The bright day 

And the dark of night

Hurt me, hold me

Until I find

 

You are lost

In the clouds above

Lone 

In the space and time

My fear and love

My arets, my shamaim


WAITING FOR THE LION

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Bright is the night

When the lion's near

All is the light

When the lion's near

Blue of the oceans and skies

The snowfall, the sunrise

The glowing spring and the trees' swing

In his eyes there is everything

Tender's the wind

And the air is clear

When the lion's near

When the lion's near

When the lion's here

 

I am losing myself

I am losing myself

 

When the lion's near

When the lion's near

When the lion's here


WITH THE WIND

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Let the wind rise

Let the storm begin

Let the coal clouds

Come rushing in

So dark down here

Dark there up high

The whirling pillar

Overcast the sky

Make the trees fly

Make the cars roll 

Make us feel desperate 

And so so small

 

What's left of me

Will finally learn to be free

 

All precious things

That we hold on tight

All stars that glow

In the night

All fluttering dreams

With their tiny wings

Let them go

With the wind


WHEN I DIE

The morning I die

The clocks won't stop

The traffic lights

Will wink on in the streets

And the skies

Gonna rain

Drop by drop

As I close my eyes

And stop breathing

 

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I'd like to see the birds rushing by

 

The morning I die

The coldest of the year

The northern winds

Will keep howling around

And the trees will swing, the snowflakes sting

But I know I'll get warm

In the ground

 

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I'd like to see the birds rushing by

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I'd like to see the birds

 

Listening to the clapping of the winds there on high

See the doors of the distant galaxies open wide

Hear the calling of the stellar seas overhead

Falling, falling up into the deep

When I'm dead


HOUR OF THE WOLF

Claws

Tight around my neck

Don't 

Let go too soon

I

Will be bone of your bones

Flesh of your flesh

Apple of your eye

 

Here

And forever after

Here 

Where no one can see

We'll cling

Till the end of time

My shadow to yours

Your shadow to mine

 

 

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Shadows

We'll grow

Shadows

We'll go

Lie down

On the blades of the grass

Look at the furry stars

Down by the roots

Hushed by the howling woods

Scars over scars

O what a mess we are

 

A flash in his eye

A splash on my wrist

I'm a cloud

I'm a firefly

I am floating above the trees

 

All lyrics by Anastasia Minster

 


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