Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Lotus

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

from the Gitanjali


by Rabindranath Tagore



Fourms!!


He likes playing the new modular synthesizer!

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Sonakinatography

Yesterday, I found out who Merce Cunningham is.

Then I put on my Laurie Andersen outfit.

Today, I learned of Channa Horwitz's concept of sonakinatography.