GYMNOPDIES: SALOM & NASCIMO FOURNIERGYMNOPDIES: SALOM & NASCIMO FOURNIERCheck out this captivating freestyle video edit byby Salom & Nascimo Fournier, set to the hauntingly beautiful music ofTHYLACINE Satie II. The soundtrack perfectly complements the smooth, stylish action, all filmed against the stunning backdrop of Karpathos, Greece. Definitely worth a watchthe music truly elevates the vibe.In addition to Saties music, the Gymnopdies reference the dances of young Greeks in antiquity, initiatory summer dances, unarmed. In this vein, Salom and Nascimo Fournier repeat their freestyle moves scales on Karpathos spots, in the Dodecanese, in the limbo of the Aegean Sea. Studying mathematics at university, they will soon rediscover their poetic dreams, their next memories, mixing freestyle and wandering ideas.Gymnopdies The Dodecanese, in the limbo of the Aegean Sea. The island of memories of the air of water.The Gnossienne.. What is written in the clouds? Next memories? Photographs from below? Gods ideas? The day is transforming, the wind rises, the curtain disappears, further away the sun rises again for an immense day, a day that gets longer, that doesnt close, no more clouds, only the sun, the blue. The day adapts. What is written in the clouds? the history of the world, philosophy, mathematics, geography, the reflection of the sea, the appearance of the sun..? Always the same day, infinitely. Poetic. PoliticRebetika and Satie play the gymnopdies, they dance. And have several geometries play simultaneously. Satie removed bar lines for the sake of mythos, demystification, no borders. Rebetika rejects gnossos, for the sake of didactics. She pushes the sound of the wandering oud beyond the water of the air. They discuss and get tangled into communism and humanism. Learned. Up above the clouds have no borders anymore, no border!The air of the water, Gnossienne. Always the same day, infinitely. Artistic. Anarchic. There, all is but order and beauty, luxury, calm and delight.Baudelaire, exiled from the opium he was, looking for the rainbow of the poet mate, drank ouzos with Pythagoras and Socrates while scrutinising Jasons fate, the immigrant disappointed by his Uncle Toms capital. Shooed away. Looking for the rainbow, as he looked for the fleece. Stranded, in the triangle of the submerged city, with its uncertain walls, that of a summer nights dreams, simply under the Moon, timeless, without borders, without boundaries, without limits, the sequence Fibonacci counted it, he too crossed the triangle of the Atlantises to find his theorem, his own Archimedes principle. The Christian Democrats and the Arabic numerals met somewhere around here, built pyramids with Greek pebbles of Venus marble then, after the war, found themselves at sands edge on the beach, in the wind, under the clouds and the sun. The sea carries along a heap of absurdity: from the sand to the commanders plastic, from the Sirens music to the theorems of religions, everything is transformed, there remain clouds, calm, beauty, bits of the Argonauts boat. No borders. Malleable, common. Shaped. Mythical. Raw. Destructured. Thought. Next memories.Clouds are pushed by the meltemi. No borders. Rebetika and Saties suite resonates between Thylacines eares, the strings cross the Aegean Sea, as the clouds pass in Verlaines wind-soled head, no borders. The triangle widens, becomes a piano quartet, round, no measures, no borders. Only clouds in the sky. Common.Free. Rebetika and Satie repeat again the borderless paths, keep on playing Oriental scales on occidental measures. From the South of the Sun to the North of the Moon. Under the clouds, enough with the figure that doesnt know if it has three sides, between port and starboard of culo, if it becomes quadrilateral,.. if not blending, endlessly, to suddenly appear without limits. Freestyle. No borders.Pics and Txt by Atzori / Fournier Greece, Karpathos, summer 2024Music by Thlylacine Satie II THYLACINE Live session 2024 @ Intuitive Studio Trans by OscarHThe post GYMNOPDIES: SALOM & NASCIMO FOURNIER appeared first on Windsurf Magazine.