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Musician
Violinist / sound designer / sound artist You must use the body - its curves, its hollows, the spring of the sound, which brings back what is absent, what has been and is now gone, fading. Cat-gut, fret, the busy machinery of longing, which takes its strength from the presence of absence, the body's darkness, the wood carved out, thinned and made to flex. There is a pain at the source of it - so easily broken, this tree without a heart, the sap dried to amber patina. Only in the sound can you hear it move, the veins in the blood of the body that is no more. The bow pulled along the taut strings, a pitch that is all but unbearable. // Sheila Black - "Violin"