“It’s all about the idea of cyclical time”, says Loula Yorke, calling us on a journey of sonic adventure through her latest album, 'Volta'. In 41 minutes we are spun across a galaxy, revolving and rotating, swelling and contracting, waxing and waning. The loop is the symbol of infinity, a connection between human pattern-making and cosmic cycles unknown; just as a tilt in Earth’s axis gives us the seasons, the smallest shift in a sequence can expand one sound into a musical universe.
While 'Volta' stands on the solid foundations of Yorke’s previous work – the errant experimental frequencies of ysmysmysm, the scratchy techno punk of 'LDOLS', the tangled gravitational mass of 'Florescence' – this latest album marks a complete departure for her in both process and palette. Here Yorke steps into a zone of self-imposed order, setting aside the chaos of live improvisation, which previously found her building and trearing apart synth patches afresh for every track. Within the luminous sonic tessellations of 'Volta', synth lines are programmed rather than randomly generated, refined through days spent in front her modular sequencer, listening and adjusting … until a wormhole opens and we tumble in.
Once composed, Yorke’s sequences were played and recorded live on her modular synthesiser, with no post-facto assembly or reconfiguration in the edit suite. The resulting seven pieces capture a discrete achievement in the Cottage Studio – but the circuit is only really complete when it meets the listener’s mind. 'Volta' is music for mental travel and infinite introspection: meditations on the endless-everything of the looping sequence. Suns and spheres in unstoppable motion. Hypocycloid eternal curves. Let the circles eat each other.
The talented Louka Butzbach is currently on display at collection croisée gallery. Explore the exhibition online at collectioncroisee.com
Grand paysage, 2020
Watercolor on paper
41,5 x 29,5 cm
Original drawing available for sale.
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Louka Butzbach (FR)
05.12.2022 → 05.02.2023
OOC: this is more of a heavy post and IM SO SORRY.
So here's my Older Pocoyo au in my own au. It's basically what happened to him after the Skip Button Ending
cw: mentions of c*garettes and mental health problems.
Name: Pocoyo "Po" Ramirez
Pronouns: He/They
Age: 18
Headshot Appearance: Has mid-length curly black hair, black eyes, very purple eyebags, freckles, fangs, The Narrators glasses + glasses chain and a lot of covered scars on his neck.
Outfit: A yellow butterfly necklace, Blue Turtleneck, Black Trench coat, Brown pants with crudely drawn hearts on them, that one belt with the double holes, a single chain on his pants, black boots with yellow shoelaces with kandi beads that spell out his name and a fuck ton of kandi bracelets. (Sometimes he wears his hat but it has a ton of safety pins and stuff)
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Basically what happened:
After the Skip Button ending Pocoyo had no one except his friends who all decided to leave to different planets. Nina stayed with Pocoyo and helped him fix the office and restore The Stanley Parable script obviously not making the story about Stanley anymore, cause Stanley had legit abandoned Pocoyo and killed the Narrator.
Pocoyo made Nina his protagonist and Pocoyo narrates for fun and to cope.
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Mmm coping mechanisms and mental stuff:
Pocoyo turned to c*garettes for a bit while he was 16 because he found some and they made him "feel better". Nina helped him quit and recover.
Pocoyo age regresses sometimes and it makes him feel better.
Pocoyo also developed Anxiety and Depression over time and has abandonment issues. He's very clingy towards Nina and can't go two seconds without her before curling up into a ball and sobbing. (Which is unhealthy on Nina's end because she needs personal space and they are working on that)
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Good things:
Pocoyo is going to therapy and is considering adopting or asking his grandparent Esa to spawn a kid who's a mixture of Nina and him (which will be names Lola to honor Loula.)
John and Loula Williams in their prized automobile dressed elegantly and 6-year-old William in the back seat looking at the camera. The first car owners in Greenwood, Tulsa.
Hiiii! I love your fic 'feels so good inside' SO much, loss of virginity fics are my <3 I was wondering if you have any recs of other virginity fics?? Thank you and again loved it<333
Thank you so much 💖 I am so glad you enjoyed what I wrote!
I absolutely do have some recommendations because loss of virginity fics are my straight up faves. Reminder to always read the warnings/tags; everything listed below is rated explicit (as hellllll) 🌶
Location Is Everything by LouLa, 8k
Stiles doesn't really care where it happens, so long as it happens.
Rapture, sweet rapture (won't you put your hands on me) by queerly_it_is, 8.5k
Somewhere in the stringy mesh of his overactive brain cells, Stiles is sure there must be memories of what it was like to not have a totally possessive creeper with a leather fixation for an adopted brother.
Shadows and Soda Cans by bloodwrites, 5k
What so many of Stiles' friends forget, is that while he's only human, he notices things they don't. They've got all these supernatural senses, they read fear and deception and arousal and dominance, but they don't look with their eyes. They rely too much on that other stuff, and don't see what's right in front of them.
[The one where Stiles knows Derek creeps into his bedroom at night and decides to give him a show.]
Fascination by kalpurna, 3k
Stiles is sitting in English class when the thought first occurs to him. They’ve been talking about the ending of Jane Eyre, and Rochester’s fate, and the concept of disability as punishment, and his mind jumps to Derek ordering him to cut off his arm, and he wonders idly whether the arm would have grown back or, more likely, just healed over the stump immediately, and huh, he thinks with a sudden thrill, huh, there’s no way Derek Hale is circumcised.
Shelter by five_ht, 8k
After the rave, Stiles can't go home, and Derek doesn't want him to.
Professional Misconduct by Calico & Habernero, 8k
Stiles gets a massage. And then some.
Alternatively: in which Stiles' mouth gets him into trouble, again and again.
A slice of my daily modular synthesis practice during early December 2022. Playing with slow(er) sounds, frozen sounds. Feeling my way towards the liminal period between winter solstice and the new year.
"Pellets of sound bounce, squelch and ricochet, as if describing 3D shapes ... As open and expansive as the skies of coastal Suffolk that feature on the album's sleeve. This is practice made perfect." The Wire
All tracks performed, recorded and produced by Loula Yorke
Artwork: Sizewell B nuclear power station photographed from Minsmere in late afternoon – Loula Yorke, Suffolk, December 2022