This isn’t background music.
It’s ikebana without hands.
Starting from Sogetsu’s radical freedom—“anytime, anywhere, by anyone”—
I take one more step: discard the physical hand entirely.
Arranging no longer requires flesh.
It happens through spatial disruption, temporal breaks, and sonic insertion.
This minimal experimental electronic album rejects all hierarchy and formality:
Abrupt metallic textures crash into bursts of processed noise.
Unpredictable sound objects dart sharply across space.
Irregular, unstable pulses tear through long silences.
Sub-bass intrudes without ever grounding or resolving.
Tempo drifts. Rhythm fractures.
The result: a controlled yet unpredictable, installation-like soundscape.
Silence is ma (間).
Sudden strikes are the insertion.
No plants. No vessel. No hand.
Only pure intervention in perception.
This album is the flower itself.
A quiet step beyond Sogetsu.