Hear the strings in a tree, and branches sprawl on the tunes,They are alighting on leaves, adrift.Tying strings to a tree, and... Read More
Hear the strings in a tree,
and branches sprawl on the tunes,
They are alighting on leaves,
Tying strings to a tree, and listening to its humble sound. The art of playing artificial musical instruments is certainly admirable, but it's not all the music we can enjoy. The sound of life also has its own spirit. I wouldn’t harm any tree and reconstruct it in order to make music instruments, instead, I borrowed its original form and listened to its original sounds. People today are obsessed with “Loud and clear” sounds, because when our surrounding is noisy, we need even louder, clearer, and sweeter sounds. However, when we calm down and put ourselves in nature, the sound of a tree is like the finest wine, and there is spirit in its humble sound - a kind of nuance that cannot be heard in anything “Loud and clear”.
The strings express the gravitational force between the trunk and the branches through sound.This gravity is the force between obedience and exploration. Those gliding tunes are like traces of bird's flying, where birds utilize gravity yet tend to break free of it. The plucking and hitting between the branches, strings, and hanging rocks sympathizes with the simultaneous raindrops. The tenacity of a tree is that of the whole universe, and it is embodied to the portamento between the twigs.