How do I paint sound? Is it the mark of rhythms? The sound and feel as I contact wood and leave a trace, press and imprint? I am always seeking the right accompanying music. Often that music is simply the ambient sounds of the breeze, birds, far-away and closer-in voices of the world around and outside my second-floor studio apartment in North Adams.
The sound of that word, ‘CONCERTO’. It swells, arrests, arpeggiates upon the tongue. It echoes in a vast chamber. I listened. And I worked. And when I stood back from time to time, I was always surprised. Then I held my breath and dove in again. BOOM.