Ys

Comes in a Risograph cover with liner notes and a poem by the artist. Florence Cats is a poet, visual artist, sound composer, performer and acupuncturist. Born in Vilvoorde in 1985, she is currently living and working where Brussels meets the Sonian forest. Ys is a generous debut. A genuine personal statement. It’s raw and courageous. Sunken Cathedral is Florence interpreting Claude Debussy’s La Cathédrale Engloutie (trans. the Sunken Cathedral). The track reminds me of one of those fabled Charles Ives home recordings. Recording himself on Speak-O-Phone – an old brand of recordable aluminium phonograph discs – while practicing and composing his music. But unlike Charles Ives who used these home recordings as personal sketches, Florence Cats shares her captured moments as compositions for the public
Similar to the Speak-O-Phone recordings, we now meet the piano as a physical expression – not as an archetype. We are together with Florence in a room. The pedal. The keys. The hiss of the room. Learn, repeat. Trough Florence’s hands and feet, La Cathédrale Engloutie is brought out of its pupa stage to become a presence. Instead of being grounded in luxurious concert halls or on high end recordings, the piece is now natural. Sunken Cathedral is a template, an affirmation for amateurs. The piece was originally created for the group exhibition “Here Comes the Wave” at Project(ion) room, Brussels, February 2020
In Fall Call, we find ourselves at QO2, a sound art initiative in Brussels. This piece was captured during a residency Florence took over the summer of 2022. We listen to the moment when a summer storm just washed the city. Fall Call is a testament to Florence’s magical – humanistic way of playing her custom-made theremin. By straining the settings of the instrument, her whole body – instead of just her hands – takes control over the instrument. So when she walks across room, the instrument answers in full color. And then, a phone-call. Giving it a bit of a Poulenc vibe. For the last piece, Drop Out, we find ourselves in Florence’s apartment. When Florence opens the windows, the ambience of the surrounding Sonian Forest trickles in. This is an adorable moment. It predicts new beginnings. The smell of wet dirt and dripping leaves in the air. The poetry of rain