Music
COLLECTION
Music materializes here in compositions where natural elements—branches, stones, roots, shells—are arranged on real or imagined scores like notes of a silent symphony. The player pianos, constructed from wood and finds from the forest, are impossible instruments that nevertheless seem about to sound, to release the melody contained within organic matter.
Each work is a silent hymn to the relationship between nature and harmony, between what sounds and what resonates in the silence. The series proposes that every natural form is already music: that the rhythm of growth, the cadence of the seasons, and the vibration of life are the original score of which every human composition is an echo.
A figure reading the shore
Poem
I come down to the edge of the sea in the bay once furrowed by Roman galleys; I have come to read it, to listen to it closely. Today I will begin from the west and walk along its lines until I reach the place where the sun stood this morning. My shadow goes ahead of me and slips over each word, each note, that the waves rewrite with every beat of the tide. I think of the book of sand, of the score of a hymn that cannot be heard, written in archaic modes by Mesomedes of Crete, in the second century before Christ.
I am a figure walking like a sleepwalker along the shore with my eyes on the ground; I find a treasure and bend down to pick it up. It is the carapace of a small crab surrendered to the current, it is a sea snail, it is a shell as perfect as an underwater fan. Now it is an operculum, on one side orange or alizarin, shaped like a tiny ear; on the other a silent mother-of-pearl white, like the sign engraved upon it.
The spiral tells me that everything always returns again in another way, and I know this. I too will return: from the limit of the shore I will walk back, into the setting sun. It will be like reading the book in reverse, the score against the light. And I know I will see silent words that now hide from my hearing.
And back in my studio I will compose a music as brief as the centuries of time.