#Tor Lundvall

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Tor Lundvall

[ampd]

[2004.12.31] Tor Lundvall - Last Light

CD, Strange Fortune - SF2

Artwork by Tor Lundvall

[inthewindtunnel]

Dais Records

Various Artists

DAIS223

Riki - SAS (For those who speak and spake)

Body Of Light - Out of Season (Demo Instr)

Tor Lundvall - Black Fly Day

Cold Showers - Sliver (Inner City Remix)

Cold Gawd - Gin (At The Mountain)

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Tor Lundvall, Meika oil on canvas 36" x 48" August 2000

[e1dritchqueer]

Okay the real funny part about having a homestuck artist as my top (I am in the top .5 percent) is that I HAVE NEVER READ HOMESTUCK

real great artist though

Also sad that spotify's stats stopped before I got into my ambient phase, because here are my last fm numbers:

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[feathers-borealis]

Tor Lundvall ~ Dusk

[abovethissilentworld]

A seafaring man does not leave port without a telescope, for the age of his sight will dictate his time at sea. Crashing over the frigid waves creates muscle contortions and digestive dysphoria, fatiguing a mind tasked with the maintenance of balance. As such, his empty glare into the horizon will render the predictability of his future. In order to synthesize this crucial information, a seafaring man must feel the waves underneath his feet well before they even approach the boat. His eyes must absorb the shock of the crash, and his stomach must visualize the height of the crests. He can only exist in his own future, and therefore bonds with the sea itself as his guiding maiden. To set foot on land again brings great discomfort, for the telescope no longer renders his horizon, and his horizon no longer renders the secrets of his own soul. Everything is still, even as crowds bustle in motion about him. The canopies of the distant hills are unfettered, and when he imagines what the trees must feel like, he is stricken by a peculiar guilt. Coastal markets yield static hums of innocuous banter, passerby existence bound to the confines of consumerist dilettantism without a shred of urgency. Days turn into months, and months turn into years, and this relaxation turns into its own vile poison. A true seafaring man knows that there is always something approaching. He commands the sea to command himself, with a telescope and a heavy heart. His body must reject the threat of land and its prognostic limitations. A true seafaring man is imprisoned by the sea, too disconnected from stability to remember how to stand. A seafaring man may never learned the difference between bow or stern, or even set foot on a boat. All he needs to feel is the blood in his own skin, and the rest is the ocean that drowns him. For land is ultimately wherever one must stand to keep breathing.

On the departure of AO in December 2020 - Abbotsford, BC, Aged 24.

[burlveneer-music]

Tor Lundvall - Beautiful Illusions - an example of how vocals can really enhance ambient music

New York painter and musician Tor Lundvall initially envisioned his 14th album, Beautiful Illusions, as an entirely instrumental affair, “inspired by memories of sitting in a church or cathedral watching the shifting sunlight through stained glass.” Although he ultimately chose to wreath the majority of the tracks with hushed, poetic vocals, his original muse still resonates. These are certainly songs of shadowplay and vaulted skies, the quiet grandeur of dusk deepening on the horizon. Lundvall characterizes the lyrical subject matter, too, in ways both specific and surreal, exploring “the doubts, the anxieties and even the bleak fantasies the mind spirals into during moments of isolation, separation and distance.” Tricks of the eye, mind, and ear, magnified by silence and the looming long winter. Shivering pulses and muted bass lines tread the twilight while icicle synths and wiry guitar map the melody until the voice enters, narrating oblique moods of essence and absence, tenderness and truth. Glimpses of dark humor flicker in the wordplay but the greater sonic landscape is one of falling leaves and failing light, small gestures rendered as revelation, cloaked in reverb and spatial fog. Lundvall’s mastery of nuance and negative space continues to heighten, whispered brushstrokes of the invisible and the unsaid, what lies beneath and what lies beyond: “Behind the shields and false fronts is usually a sadness. The heartbreaking reflections of what might have been.”

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[2009.03.05] Tor Lundvall - Insect Wings, Leaf Matter & Broken Twigs Early Ambient Recordings: 1991-1994

CD, Eternal Autumn Editions - EAE006

Design by Tor Lundvall

Composed and recorded between June 1991 and December 1994 in East Hampton, NY and Wyckoff, NJ except "The 31st" was composed in Little Compton, Rhode Island in December, 1993.

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Tor Lundvall, The Season Unfolds #15 oil on canvas 11" x 9" March 1996

[guerrilla-operator]

Tor Lundvall // City Rain 

Raindrops falling from the sky Watch the people passing by Spinning flowers in the stream Drowning slowly in a dream

Dark umbrellas in the rain The calling echo of the train Buildings standing tall and grey As the flowers wash away

[thelightisleavingusall]

Weekend records