I was telling Ben about the voids marked into the fingerboard over 170 years of music making; it’s beautiful and unsettling to cast your fingers into the same exact forms, and to hear the voice of a long forgotten performer, who all but ghosts know these days.
He said it reminded him of cave paintings and petroglyphs, the index of a hand, a life and a world, now all but reduced, distilled (elevated) into symbol.
I can feel their fingers pressing against mine, especially on a G major chord.
Anyways thanks @benjaminzumbrun for helping me record, it’s on my youtube
Travel Altar for @tinkertailors.chi inauguration.
Flamed redwood, Great Blue Heron bone handle with cowhide fasteners, maple sides, antique brass hardware, Yellow pine and various pigments.
Secret writing on the wall facing side 😸
Tokens for loved ones, clockwise from the top left; The Sun, The Milky way, The Horizon, The Forest, each piece becomes assembled into an infinitely fractalizing, scaleable and tessellating landscape. A small gesture of appreciation for the people who have taken me under their wing in the last few years. For those who have allowed me to grow, and to find my voice and reason for loving, articulating, understanding, admiring, and existing within the world around me.
