French vocalist Muriel Louveau understands the human voice is never a solo instrument. It is comprised of flesh and bone, but also of vibration and forces beyond what the body can immediately contain and make sense of. It is simultaneously worldly and divine yet exists without contradiction (save for the words it may force against the grain of truth). Louveau’s voice is, of course, very much her own, but it is also ours the moment she shapes it to fit the contours of poetry. In this case, the words are a soul unto themselves, housed by artist Elizabeth Hayes Christopher, whose imagistic renderings give credence to the side paths we ignore in linear everyday wanderings. Once offered as a sound installation at Five Myles gallery in Brooklyn, these multitracked pieces now live on as five standalone experiences, presented both individually and as an unbroken mix.

In “Rose Light,” a brief speech song that opens the sky like a folding fan, Louveau draws a vocal line through clouds described with tearful honesty. We meet each element of daybreak as if it were a person in need of an embrace. Whether or not we open our arms is ever the challenge of language and sound, in the middle of which we must choose who to serve: the heart or the dust of which it is formed.

Through careful alterations, Louveau reveals hidden layers in her singing, as in the spiritual blues of “Soulhandlips” and the prayerful contours of “Blue Refraction.” In each, she expresses the materiality of things we cannot touch and the ephemerality of things we can. In partnership with Christopher’s insightful realism, she lends folklike qualities to “I meditate wings.” Splashed against a throaty backdrop and tickling the nape of our consciousness, memories of nights that will never be recaptured rush like blood to a head spun in unexpected directions—only here, that feeling is evoked in slow motion. As in “Salamander,” Louveau and Christopher’s hybridization births a third voice of internal flow. Thus, the self expands until every trauma glimmers as a crack in the eggshell of our contentment with the way things are.

Vocalscapes is available on bandcamp here.