Every time we delve into the music of some of the new Chilean alternative artists, we're overcome by a similar feeling. Listening to their songs, we notice that the sonic (and then the visual) result has a very strong element of intimacy. It's as if each track were crafted to soothe personal sorrows before being shared. You could almost sense that the songs aren't initially intended for mass exposure, that they could remain within four walls and the artist wouldn't feel disappointed. Someone—be it friends, the inquisitive manager who discovered the musician, or the daring record label—brings the work to the public eye, but even then, the work still carries that delicate air of wanting to belong to a select few, to oneself. That's what happens to us when we listen to Maifersoni. The presentation of your video Invocation It confirms that strange feeling. .
This clip, filmed in the wooded landscapes of Chile and Argentina, heightens the sense of intimacy, exploding with sonic and visual details. Ambient sound is woven into the composition at precise moments, the text markings emphasize specific instants, and the color palette remains consistent throughout the edit, giving us the sense that we, the listeners/viewers, have the privilege of immersing ourselves in a story not made for us, but one that we can nonetheless enjoy.
Maifersoni does his thing, perhaps unconcerned that we're silently behind him, paying close attention to his work. He recounts details of his world, and we listen, but it feels as if he believes he's singing alone and that no one is intruding on his space. We could say we're in the presence of a genius or a stubborn man who hasn't realized that his art has transcended time.