As I listened to Bryn Harrison‘s portrait concert, I noticed one major similarity with the Malfatti installation from the day before. It is music that insists on losing me. It does untraceable things. Harrison’s Repetitions in Extended Time was all the more enigmatic for its four identical beginnings. He called it “a form in search of itself.” The sounds traveled in a different type of arc each time, at times moving from points to lines, slowly filling out, or merging on fuzzy unisons. The sound worlds that were explored had both space and depth. It was hard to tell the difference between what I was hearing, what I was remembering, and what I was imagining. As the form searched for itself, it lost me, and I realized that is exactly what I wanted.