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Portals, memory, and the material of sound
Some concerts are more than music: they are passage. Today, listening opened small portals, like doors that light up and close within a single breath. Each minute left a symbol in the body.
The first portal arrived in seafoam green: a soft, serene, suspended entrance, like enchanted water inside a forest. Then the texture shifted into silvered wood, and a white horse, almost Pegasus, appeared, still grounded yet rehearsing wings.
Next, “Shimmer” the air began to shimmer: metallic white, electric, like a mysterious star. The pulse quickened, rose into the sky, and became a spark that evaporates. The music didn’t “walk”: it orbited.
Autumn entered with birds and smoke. A golden brightness lifted the flight, but the atmosphere thickened, and the bird darkened, not as threat, but as strength. Then the sound descended into deep earth: cave, stalagmites, repeated pulses, an animal’s footsteps in a tunnel. Not escape: instinct searching for a way. A bell crossed the threshold and released calm.
That calm was still water. A high note lit the upper air; even at the lake’s bottom, distant birds remained. The mirror returned, gentle, as if holding the underground without needing to explain it.
Then metal returned: lead, low iron, a walking shadow. Yet the shadow looked back, softened, and lit up with sparks. Darkness became luminous from within. It ended in a grounded dance: joy with gravity, like a ritual that celebrates with a spine.
There was amber too: ancestral memory crystallized, electric tension, and an ending like a sting, brief and final. And at last, a precise image of silence: a white heron, solemn, walking over water. The surface stirred. Reality closed the door without ornaments.
When the concert ended, what remained was a physical relief, almost like endorphins after exertion: proof that the music passed through, and the body finally settled.
Text about: “15 one-minute selections for Kari Johnson Barroso“
February 3, 2026 – 7:30pm CST St. Charles Borromeo Convocation Hall, Romeville, Illinois
Text and image: Instituto Anemos – A. Paulette
Instituto Anemos 
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