Alliyah
embroidery design on silk fabric
alliyah singing in cathedral

Photo by Miriam Craddock.

Alliyah predictions #1, Pencil and oil on paper, 14.81 x 21.01 cm.

drawing of alliyah in rocky ruins on paper

Alliyah predictions #2, Pencil and oil on paper, 14.81 x 21.01 cm.

drawing of alliyah wearing silk robe
alliyah dancing in cathedral

Photo by Miriam Craddock.

Sound:

*Echo's Disintegration*,

2021

drawing of alliyah arching body into leaves and the head of a man with white eyes

*The whites of your eyes echo future song*, pen on paper, 21 x 29.7 cm.

Choral Fragmentation * 4 the club *, ink on handmade paper, 29.7 x 42.0cm.

calligraphy piece on paper of alliyah’s lyriks page 1

Choral Fragmentation * 4 the club *, ink on handmade paper, 29.7 x 42.0cm.

calligraphy piece on paper of alliyah’s lyriks page 2

Photo by Majek Kafka.

close up of alliyah dancing in cathedral

Photo by Majek Kafka.

alliyah kneels on the ground of the cathedral dancing

* Echo's Disintegration Poem * ink on handmade paper, 29.7 x 42.0cm.

calligraphy piece on paper of echo’s disintegration page 1

* Echo's Disintegration Poem * ink on handmade paper, 29.7 x 42.0cm.

calligraphy piece on paper of echo’s disintegration page 2

BIO: Alliyah Enyo

Embodying the character of Echo, Alliyah Enyo performs her live set harnessing organic echo and reverb within St.Mary's Episcopal Cathedral. Wailing, reverberating and echoing into the vastness she empowers feminine frequencies, breathing life into Echo, a mythological figure whose perspective is untold. Her performance is both a personal and feminist act, with the intention of creating work outside of preconceived limitations, extending her experience to universal issues surrounding women in sound.

*Before the grace of my death*
*Before white eyes that wept*
*Before your soul you will kneel*
*And be cursed to hear my voice shatter you*
*Eternal*
*Eternal*

*Until thunder strikes, until rain falls into pores, Oh let rainwater erode my skin so that I may form into another *to touch another is to feel past lovers* and become apart of the mud that seeps from the rain, from its silvery wetness,
May the patterns that echo in my memory give light and guide my metamorphosis,
For this is no ordinary death my love, death is a becoming, a reckoning, it is a cry of pain, it is a song that I will sing to you eternal, eternal...*

*Echoes of thought*
*Skin into landscape, mind into myth*
*The invisible ruin that burns between us*
*The whites of your eyes echo future songs*
*A dying breath a body entranced and turning to stone*

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