A breath through the trees,
a rhythm beneath the rails,
a melody, vanished into the real. 

L A R G E . wanders, gathers, listens - here, and beyond.
Sometimes, in the fold between worlds, a sound appears.
To listen is to walk the land with open senses.
Between shadow and shimmer, matter and memory, emerge

soundscapes - fragile, organic, suspended in time. 

L A R G E . listens for a cadence.
It captures what slips through, translates what lingers in the in-between.
Breathes in moments, atmospheres, and thresholds.
Listens to what surfaces - lets come forth what, in silence, waits to be heard.