Live, for everyone at onceThe schedule comes from the clock. Anyone who opens this page hears the same notes at the same moment. A chime plays at the top of every hour.
No server, no audio filesEvery instrument is synthesized in your browser, so this page works wherever you put it.
The walkConversation with the Wind, by Reza Milani. The figure never stops walking. The poppies are an equaliser for whatever is on air. Tap the scene to hide the radio, tap again to bring it back. Drag to look around.
The herdOn Night Pilgrim the backdrop becomes Asb 6, by Reza Milani: a herd on the hills, filmed as if on 8 mm. A new herd is drawn every time you tune in.
The flightOn Lullaby the backdrop becomes Flight, from Throw Flight by Reza Milani: a carpet flies over an endless land and the camera follows it. The land is built as it flies, with fields, a river, gardens and black-trunked trees. A new land is drawn every time you tune in.
The fieldOn Breath the backdrop becomes A Field in the Wind: a tree and a wheat field bending in the wind under the moon, silent here so the radio carries the sound. A new field grows every time you tune in.
The memoryOn Reading Room the backdrop becomes In the Embrace of the Wind, by Reza Milani, the memory sequence of Throw Flight: a cloth carried by the wind through a meadow of blossoming trees and dandelions. A new memory every time you tune in.
The last flowerOn Mist the backdrop becomes The Last Flower #1, by Reza Milani: ink branches over still water, their reflection rocking in the wind, butterflies, a red fish and seeds drifting by. A new pond every time you tune in.
The gabbehOn Waiting Room the backdrop becomes Gabbeh Meadow, by Reza Milani: the pile of a gabbeh and a meadow growing over it, bending in the wind, with poppies, petals and dandelions. A new meadow every time you tune in.
Three moreBy Reza Milani, each made anew every time you tune in: on Spring, Muz, a collage of lines, threads and colour fields; on Night Drive, Fern, a field of ink particles that leave trails as they turn; on Supper Club, Take Flight Alone, birds over layered hills at night. Their own sound hooks stay silent here, so the radio carries the sound.
Blood and oilOn Pulse the backdrop becomes Blood and Oil by Reza Milani: oil and blood drip, leak and swirl through water on a ground drawn from fifty-six palettes, filmed through one of six film stocks. A new one each time you tune in.