The Place Where I Dwell The house that I live in and the people who live here, and the people in the surrounding geography, well, it's sometimes like "Juliet of the Spirits" but without Juliet.  Know what I mean?

But, then, something happens.  A death of a friend, say.  And I wonder how it is objects can assemble themselves and seek their own place. 

I was stunned a few weeks ago by the sudden installation of a dark curtain over the piano, a privacy screen in dark blue but now something that provided a better backdrop for the display which had suddenly appeared, a night time stage curtain, this could even be the umbrus, something bigger and more universal.  The objects on the piano top moved by someone's hand other than my own are finally now artistically placed ... there are three pieces assembled perfectly now, by a random hand unseen by me, I don't know who did this,  and the piano top was always such an unspeakable mess, a hodgepodge before.




1. moving from wood abacus on the left, clustered with a perpetual motion thinking toy with metal balls on strings, which claps metal balls together into a small sound like handheld hindu worship sparklers, and a puzzle of finely machined metal pegs resting in wood and a highly engineered rubric of some sort.  

2. in the center is the brass sculpture of the dancers that the old gentleman of the house had bought with his friend, they each bought a sculpture that day, and they were quite expensive at the time, fine art brass pieces.

3. on the right is a ceramic piece, in muted earth tones, showing a broken circle with votives and shamanistic figures.

All the elements of nature assembled, and this says music to me, whichever way you follow the assemblage, from right to left, or left to right, this says how music is formed, and in the center is the dance.  From the shaman with ritual and drumming to the dance into more mathematical music that is always beyond mere math, or from the basic rhythms structured in nature that we can with thought and practice measure with our counting devices, to a recognition all this comes from nature with the ancient piece on the right.  Always in the center is the dance.  Just like the beauty of a mathematical formula that shows both sides of the equation is true, when calculating the inverse solution.

I'd even come downstairs a few weeks ago and caught a scent of incense or joss by the piano which allowed me great peace.  A mystery where that scent came from.

(If my camera weren't broken, I'd take a photo of this and post it here)


  ¶ 9/07/2013 11:55:00 AM