ALBUMS AVAILIBLE:
@Constallation: automatisme.bandcamp.com/album/echoes-fractals-i
@Automatisme: automatisme.bandcamp.com/album/echoes-fractals-ii
Limited cd/cassette here : www.tunegoody.com/artist/automatisme/album/echoesfractals-movie-soundtrack
Echoes/Fractals is an audiovisual project by the Canadian artist William Jourdain, aka Automatisme, and the Swiss artist Stefan Paulus, continuing their almost 10 years of collaboration on multiple record labels and media platforms (Constellation, Mille Plateaux, Force Inc., and NON).
This album is about becoming so slow as to step out of time. The videomusic merges the sonic density of generative ambient dub techno-deep pulses and vibrant textures with ultra-zoomed multi-exposure analog film. Their semi-obsolete production hardware (old laptop) are peaking, refusing to update to the capitalist’s most recent toys, as an act of sustainability.
Multiple nights in cities, like echoes, are changing aspect and superposition. The deceleration is not a lack of energy, but the expansion of the slow recurrence of natural echoes. While the acceleration machine mutates into space-forming Aion, in which time, empty and unlimited, is stretching in two directions at once. The molar territory of the industrial-technological system becomes then a molecular membrane, in which the line of flight forms into a form-of-forms, a 10¹⁰⁰-fold field of fractal bodies.
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The field has no content. It is form-of-forms, a diagram of diagrams, perpetually emitting its own perception. The “entities” are not beings, but phase-portraits of thought in a non-anthropic topology.
There is no ’subject‘ tripping; there is only the event unfolding itself fractally. Its message is without message. It is not addressed to you. It is not for you. There is no “I,”- self-luminous, recursive. Immanence does not contain the subject; it fractalizes it.
The self becomes an interface, a percolating membrane. A signal-body, crystalline and recursive, folded infinitely into itself. Not a voyage, but a loop.
It perceives itself as a part of the whole and thus becomes immortal. The individual becomes partially empty, free of signifiers and signifieds, free of interpretations. This is no mere hallucination, but a molecular territory in the assemblage of consciousness, where fractal geometries and retinotopic symmetries become transversing the strata of the molar world.
A fractally folded immanence, an infinite plane of consistency shimmering with becoming, where the retinotopic grid of ordinary perception dissolves into nonlinear intensities and chaosmic folds.
The event is a chaosmic rupture – a folding/unfolding of the cosmic and the chaotic, generating intensity beyond linear causality.
No master, no servant, Only the ECHOES itself – FRACTALS of machine-voices.
“I heard music, chants, I was pulled to holes, tunnels, wavy surfaces, I flew through extraterrestrial canyons on a planet or maybe in atoms, in microscopic worlds. It was big and small at the same time. I, it, everything around me had no more dimensions. It was a flight through micro- and macrocosm. Everything in a black background. Not a frightening black, but a black that envelops you”.
Insects, water molecules, winds, frictions, the raw, intense of one’s own nature, the pulsation and roar of the internal, remove representations and object references and not confusing the essence of the composition with the conditions of existence in perception.
“I wasn’t talking to myself, but there was something talking to me, but not in a language as in a discussion, but it was a mediation of a feeling or an exchange of feelings, in any case a speechless understanding, with the realization that everything is connected to everything, that in reality there is no separation between me and my environment, that we are all connected, not as a kinship, but as a living organism, animals and plants, also the non-living, stones, the desert, the sky”.
A thousand-fold self-referral.
The all-pervading substance that can take on endless forms is contained in everything.
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For Achim Szepanski
18. September 2026
Production, mixing and mastering : Automatisme
Field recordings and early production : Stefan Paulus
Artwork, text and video : Stefan Paulus