Following from this series of explosive echoes, an island is born out of the darkness, a kind of Eden. This garden is not designed by a God, but by his deputy: Man himself. Man tends the garden, shapes it according to his own insights and desires and tames the wild growth with the same dedication and necessary meticulousness with which the musicians bring Reich’s music to an inevitable end. A meticulousness demanding such perfection that it is probably inhuman, and therefore impossible to maintain. Perhaps, then, it is essential to give up that ambition in order to allow both the music and the garden to run wild – imperfectly, and thus all the more luxuriantly.

FC Bergman takes inspiration from Reich’s score to present a meditation on the urge for perfection, conscientiousness and the importance of letting go.