We live in cathedrals of our bodies, with ornamentation and gilding of facades, and with placement and relation to the others being of most importance. But the theme of Anhelli is calling for small country wooden churches where we stay enclosed in our aloneness. Closed within. Instead of cathedrals- small temples of the heart. Small churches of the body. Chapels and meeting halls. Here one calls spirits of their forefathers. And thus the unfinished forefathers’ eve project at the same `time transforms itself into a seance of calling the Angels. Their wings are not snow white. They are rather of the ashy, smokey grey of the ebbing souls.

One needs to involve their entire inner being, their entire life force to create vast space within oneself, create a void as empty as a Siberian abyss. So empty that it sucks in.

The musical core of the performance is based on Byzantine and Sardinian paschal hymns as well as Ortodox Irmoses.