The Mediterranean stirs the azure blue of its waves before his eyes.
Like Salomé making her seven veils dance, she seems to exert on the composer a fascination that is both visceral and deadly, alpha and omega of a work that seems to have wanted to marry its arbitrary and wild movements.
“I find it here, in these lights and these sounds of storm”
, remembers with melancholy Mâkhi Xenakis.
On the shore of this creek worthy of a story by Homer, at the Corsican tip of Valinco, the daughter of the illustrious composer evokes her childhood memories.
Those incredible summers spent cruising the coast in a kayak, Iannis Xenakis and his dog in one boat, his wife, Françoise, and their daughter, Mâkhi, in the other.
With only a few pans, a tent and ten kilos of mathematics books, carefully isolated from the foaming waves, as their only equipment.
"Where we are only entitled to a swimsuit, panties and a dress"
, ironically Françoise in an archive document, without…
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