Harmonic Fields at Arjansdune

Some conduct musicians – Pierre Sauvageot conducts the wind. Sauvageot describes his creation as "a symphonic march for 1,000 aeolian instruments and moving audience". It is not only a striking piece of land art, but a carefully constructed piece of music, with an integral balance of theme and structure. "It's important that it is not just a circuit of weird noises," Sauvageot says. "The experience develops through individual movements."

Photography is discouraged, not for copyright reasons, but because Sauvageot wants to reintroduce the lost art of listening. "Of course I want people to look, but what I really want is for them to hear," he says. "Harmonic Fields is a reaction against decibels and megawatts. It is music in its simplest, most primal form."

So what could be better than to enter the Harmonic Fields at Arjansdune in the middle of a stormy night when it is closed off to the public? Barely visible the trail begins with a prelude for 300 Balinese wind chimes, followed by an adagio slalom of tuned bamboo pipes. Somewhere between the suspended cellos and deckchairs and a pentatonic interlude of turbine-driven glockenspiels it starts to drizzle. It concludes, like a proper symphony, with a coda drawing together all the elements in a climax of frenzied dissonance.

Amazed and disoriented we finally find our way back to the campsite.

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