Ana Gnjatović
composer
composer
Arachne's Dream (Arahnin san, 2019) for piano and live electronics.
BUNT 7.0 Festival commission, 2019. Conceptualized and executed in collaboration with Nataša Penezić.
Nataša Penezić, piano, voice, movement. Ana Gnjatović, electronics. Belgrade, 23 November 2019.
The Greek Myth of Arachne ends where Kafka's story begins. The weaver was turned into a spider by the goddess Athena after a competition, and a salesman Gregor Samsa realized he was turned into a cockroach after waking up. Whenever we turn into some kind of a spineless creature (arachnid, insect...), the worst part appears to be the fact that we remember that once we were human, and we are only partly aware that we no longer are. My idea was to gradually weave the spider web in the electronic part and to encircle the pianist and the audience with it.
The web is supposed to feel (sound) gentle and silky, yet at the same time a bit unpleasant. As the number of threads grow, so does the feeling of discomfort, until the web starts wrapping around us and suffocating us, like in a nightmare.
BUNT 7.0 Festival commission, 2019. Conceptualized and executed in collaboration with Nataša Penezić.
Nataša Penezić, piano, voice, movement. Ana Gnjatović, electronics. Belgrade, 23 November 2019.
The Greek Myth of Arachne ends where Kafka's story begins. The weaver was turned into a spider by the goddess Athena after a competition, and a salesman Gregor Samsa realized he was turned into a cockroach after waking up. Whenever we turn into some kind of a spineless creature (arachnid, insect...), the worst part appears to be the fact that we remember that once we were human, and we are only partly aware that we no longer are. My idea was to gradually weave the spider web in the electronic part and to encircle the pianist and the audience with it.
The web is supposed to feel (sound) gentle and silky, yet at the same time a bit unpleasant. As the number of threads grow, so does the feeling of discomfort, until the web starts wrapping around us and suffocating us, like in a nightmare.